Together Apart | ✓

|Chapter XXIV|

I looked at him as a friend until I realised I loved him

Chapter 24: As long as you're happy...

"Me connaissez-vous? [Do you know me?]"

"Bien sur que oui. [Of course I do.]" She looked me up and down with a plastered frown. "Je peux repérer une Waltz un mile loin. [I can spot a Waltz a mile away.]"

Her eyes trained on Jordan once again and back to our connected hands.

"Je vois que tu prends les traits de ta mère. Aimer à un très jeune âge. [I see your taking over your mother's traits. Loving at a very young age.]"

"L'âge n'est rien d'autre qu'un nombre. [Age is nothing but a number.]"

"Monique a dit la même chose. [Monique said the same thing.]" She said. "Et ce n'est pas seulement votre personnalité qui est similaire, vous êtes une image crachée d'elle et de votre père. Si jolie. [And it's not just your that are similar personalities, you are a spitting image of her and your father. How lovely.]" There was nothing sincere about her words. My grandmother spoke with such sarcasm.

The women in front of me looked like my mom. She had brunette hair pulled back in a neat bun. Although her light eyes contrasted my mom's dark ones and the way her bones were structured on her face showed an exact resemblance to my mom.

"Puis-je entrer? [Can we come in?]"

"Non. [No.]"

She started to close the door but Jordan let go of my hand and stepped in front of me stopping it with his foot.

"N'avez-vous pas compris ce que je viens de dire? [Did you not understand what I just said?]" She hissed at him. He looked at her questioningly having no clue to what she said.

"Il est Américain, ne parle pas français. [He's American, doesn't speak French.]" She let go of the door only to raise her hands up in frustration.

"Un autre Américain, quelle est la prochaine fois que tu vas fuir ta famille, tomber enceinte et vivre la vie la plus heureuse. Pensez-vous que Monique était réellement heureuse de votre arrivée? La vérité est qu'elle n'était pas. [Another American, what's next you gonna run away from your family, get pregnant and live the happiest life. Do you think Monique was actually happy about your arrival? The truth is she wasn't.]"

She was talking about my father—he was American. My mother was the one who was French. When my dad was about twelve he moved from the states to France. Four years later he met my mom. They always described their love for each other with such passion making me look up to them and wanting that kind of love when I was older.

Their story was like Romeo and Juliet. My dad was three years older than my mom and their parents were against it. Dad's parents didn't think she was good enough for him and my mom's parents thought that he was a bad influence on her. Although it didn't stop them because they ran away.

When Mom turned eighteen, they left and never came back. A few years later my dad's parents moved back to the states where my parents were. My grandparents accepted the fact they were already married, had a child and were getting their lives together. I already knew that I'd came too early for their liking, I didn't need to reminded.