"You bought me for a night, you don't own me."
"Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?"
Silk Sheets
-a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else-
NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
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"I couldn't quit you even if I tried 'Cause just like that There's an angel in my presence And I realize I'm nobody without you Just like that I'm addicted to your presence And I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do Without you" Celine-Gallant
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"Who knew Montmartre would be such a hike." Celine said, wiping the sweat off her brow.
Even though she was wearing an off-the-shoulder lemon shirt, and blue high-waisted shorts, the golden sun gave no relief. The nice part about France was the weather was pretty moderate, most of the time. But when it was hot, it was hot. The burning sun was ready to sear her skin.
The old white buildings provided no shade. They reflected the rays, making the whole city appear bright and pristine. Celine hoped this is what heaven looked like. For in the moment, it seemed like the most angelic the world could ever get. They walked together, hand brushing against hand. Watching as the seemingly old renaissance buildings turned into those of a darker more medieval time. The smooth streets transitioning into cobble stone that made you second guess if you had traveled back in time.
"Everyone Celine, it's the highest point in France. It literally means 'Mountain of Mars'." Jimin said, sending her a knowing smile. The man seemed barely effected by the rays, wearing a blue shirt and khakis. The shades that remained on his face covered his eyes, and Celine found out she now had a true distaste for sunglasses.
Slowly, the buildings varied in color. Looking primary or pastel. A little taste of bright autumn ciders, and summer candies. Falling apart in some places, and some in better condition than newer buildings. She was amazed at just how stereotypical and french this place was. In the best way possible. People littered the sides of streets, selling various items that were handmade. People were painting portraits of tourists. A couple giggles here and here, of little children and parents talking to each other in a language she wished she understood. It was beautiful.
Yes of course the city wasn't perfect. But that is the beauty of life. Finding the things that make you smile amongst the imperfections.
Modern society melted away. Not even a spot of English found anywhere. Just people and language and happiness.
"Chill Jimin, we all can't be as knowledgeable as you." Celine said, trying to mentally take pictures of everything.
She turned to face him, her heart beating a little faster. Still amazed that after seeing the world, she'd rather just see his face again. The delicate way his fair skin stood against the blue sky. His body languid, a river against the tide of people. His pretty lips carnations of spring, that could thaw away at her frozen heart.
"And I didn't know that turning 19 would make your attitude worse." He said, taking this opportunity to bite back at her.
"Well, that comment touched my soul. In a good way of course."
