She moved towards the guy, his face was covered in blood, but not enough to disguise him.
"R..Raphael?" Renée asked, before realization dawned upon her. Of course he would be here, after all, Chloë had said her whole squad was here.
"sad, fat girl?"
Renée glanced away as she mumbled,
"Still a jerk, but those words actually rhymed, lucky you" she said, as she folded her arms.
"Don't you act high and mighty now, you didn't do anything great, I had almost overtaken them" he said.
Renée scoffed,
"Sure, your face looks bloody beautiful"
"Those words were actually punny. Wait, what are you doing here though?" he asked, folding his arms.
"None of your business, Raphael" Renée said, as she grabbed a rag of clothe from the ground and threw it square in the face, for him to clean the blood and walked out of the alley, ignoring his insults.
It suddenly striked Renée how she wasn't effected by his insults, how she didn't feel triggered when she was called fat, did it signify something? Was she getting used to the insults? Or was there a chance in a tiniest bit, that she was finally learning that other people's words didn't matter?
She also noticed how she didn't feel an ounce of hurt by her encounter with her ex-boyfriend, Raphael. She noticed how she didn't care anymore about he had left her when she had gained weight saying she was different.
She noticed how she simply didn't care anymore.
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One Balloon Away
أدب المراهقينJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
