Ordinary Life

Bonjour, France!

February 18, 2015

After an 11 hour flight, Bruno and I finally made it to Paris, at 9 in the morning. "Here take these." Bruno handed me a pair a glasses. "Oh are we walking out of the airport with style?" I laughed. "That, and a case of blindness, because the paparazzi are outside." He said. "Are they...crazy?" I asked. "They can be. Just stay close to me." We rolled our luggage through the crowd within the terminal and made our way out to the platform outside.

"Bonjour Bruno!"

"Welcome to France, Bruno!"

"Your music is marvelous Bruno!"

The paparazzi snapped and gave Bruno a warm welcome. Bruno opened the back door to the van and let me in first and he followed.

Bruno shut the door and said, "Im going to be pissed if they follow us." He said. I didn't say a word, because I couldn't relate to how he felt about the paparazzi.

"Are you excited?" Bruno asked me. "You know, Bruno, this really doesn't feel real. I feel like I'm dreaming." I said. "Well you're about to have one hell of a dream." He smiled at me.
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Hours later

With the major jet lag, I slept all day here in Paris. With my long hours of slumber, Bruno stayed in the room with me, the majority of the day.

I heard the door open, and I heard Bruno step in. My eyes were too heavy to open my eyes, and my body was too weak to respond. "Hey beautiful." I heard him whisper. He rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand, and I can smell his cologne that he must have bought from the store downstairs.

"Sleep well baby." He kissed my cheek. I moaned at his sweet kiss on my forehead. "Bruno, come lay next to me." I asked. He didn't respond. "Bruno..." I called again.

With irritation yet concern I shot up opening my eyes and forcing my body to move. "Bruno!" I called. I looked over at the door, and someone had just walked out.

"Bruno! Where are you going!?" I ran from out of my bed, and ran to the door. I stuck my head out of the door, but the hallways were empty.

I was so confused. I didn't understand. Maybe I'm dreaming. This is just a very realistic dream.

I walked back inside and closed the door, and walked back to the bed. I sat on the side, trying to figure out what just happened right now. I lifted my head and noticed a box with a letter sitting on top of it.

"What the..." I picked up the letter, which had my name on it. I opened the letter and read:

Gone to get a drink. Here are some of France's best chocolate.
-B

"Aww." I said to myself. I opened the box to see rows of chocolate balls. My mouth watered at the look of this sweetness amongst my eyes.

I put the box on my lap, where I heard the door unlock. I turned my head, to see Bruno walking inside. "Hey babe." He said. "Hey!" I greeted. "How was the bar?" I asked. "Bar?" He questioned. "Yeah. Didn't you go get a drink?" I asked. "No. I went to go workout. I haven't been to the bar yet."

I laughed and waved the card in the air. "Stop messing with me Bruno, why would you send me a card telling me you went to the bar and give me a box chocolate?" I popped one of the chocolate balls in my mouth, which melted on my tongue.

"Babe, I'm really confused, I didn't write a letter, and I most definitely didn't send you chocolates." He said.

I stopped chewing, and slowly looked at the box. I suddenly became nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and spit the chocolate out of my mouth. Following that, I rinsed my mouth, washing all of the chocolate content from my mouth.

"Eve! What's going on?" Bruno asked. Someone was in my room. Someone set the note and the chocolate beside me while I was asleep. That man, that kissed my head, stroked my cheek....wasn't Bruno. I was scared, because I was still being watched.

"Nothing." I said softly. "Well obviously there's something because you seem to be worried about something." Bruno said. "No, nothing is wrong. Chocolate was just...very nasty." I grabbed the box and threw it in the trash.

"Well, I'm hungry, you want to go get some dinner?" Bruno asked. "Yeah, I'd like that." I said, although I still felt sick to my stomach.