Now

One

Selena went through the tabloid on her laptop. She noticed how happy he was, the supportive smile sprawled on his face and she couldn’t help but feel an ache in her heart. She saw his hand wrapped around her waist gripping tightly to show how proud he was. Selena hated how he still got to her after 3 years of rarely talking.

She looked around her empty hotel room and wished someone was there to keep her company; when she had company she felt silly looking up things like this. But being alone was a curse and a blessing. She got to be alone with her thought but started realizing how much he had hurt her.

I should’ve gone sightseeing with them; she thought lying down on the bed and starring at the ceiling. He never took her out publically and never even once asked her if she was okay with it. God I hate him for making me feel like this she though as she got up.

She put on a pair of comfy denim jeans and a loose grey top and dug her feet into her leather slipper loafers. She grabbed her phone, a light cardigan, a pen, and her worn out notepad. She stepped out of the room and sighed, I’m going to write a song today.

She looked at her phone and put it on silent and walked out of the hotel slyly without being noticed. Walking down the road she found huge Public Square with people reading and children playing. She slowly walked to a discrete corner semi close to a small bridge and prayed that no one would notice her.

She took in Paris’ scenery and sighed. Taking out her pen she started writing.

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She looked down at her paper and the plenty of scribble on it.

Been thinking about how things change

How we were so young and in love

Knowing that keeping us a secret was right

Back then we were invincible

and Now…

 

Now you’re happy with someone else

Showing her off and not keeping it a secret.

Your smile says it all.

You’re so proud to be with her

but you were never proud to be with me.

 

I was never good enough for you

and you proved that by keeping me hidden

I will never be a great musician

I will never be a great model

and I will never be the great Miss Universe

 

She read the last line and couldn’t help but realizes how hard this would be to sing. As she closed her notepad she took out her phone watching it spasm from all the messages she had received. Her eyes widened realizing it was 4:50; she had rehearsal in 10 minutes and the venue was 25 minutes away.

She quickly got up and put her phone away and turned around abruptly; half of her body ramming into someone else’s. She knew she was going to fall so she closed her eyes but suddenly she felt arm around her waist with their chin on her shoulder.

Instinctively, she wrapped her hands around their shoulders digging her face into their neck and whimpered slightly thinking her body would fall onto the concrete. She breathed in smelling the light odor of cologne.

Now she felt herself hovering and she opened her eyes to see the back side of a well-dressed man on one knee and the other leg straight, as if doing pushups, on the right side of her.

She heard a muffled, “Vous allez bien?”