We found love in a hopeless place

chapter 8: cold promise.

Have you ever wanted to ask a question, but you didn't because you knew your heart wouldn't be able to handle the answer?

Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the person behind the trigger.

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Bre's POV

I woke up because I was blinded by the sun light peeking through the half-opened curtains. Who opened the curtains anyway? And then it hit me, I'm not in my house. Because if I was, then the curtains will always be closed. Unless someone broke in here last night.

As if I had been electrecuted, I stood up so fast and a massive headache hit me. I groaned in exasperation, I should've known drinking will never do me any good.

I took a good look of the room and some random thoughts were going through my head. Did I get laid? or did I came home with a stranger? Oh my god. What happened, I can't even remember a thing.

"How's your head?"

I literally jumped from what I heard. And I almost felt relieved that it was just Marco, because that means I must have passed out and he and Jesse helped me out. Then I went back to his question, actually I wanted to answer "My head is fine" because of course it is really fine, I just have a headache. But I got too tired to say anything so I just groaned.

"That's what I thought"

He smirked and went to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and got some advil. I'm actually new to this feeling, I have never been drunk before. And I swear I will never be, I always feel like throwing up. I took a seat on the stool near the bar table where I guess they eat breakfast. because there are loads of breakfast food here, yum. I would've eaten but I might just throw them up. So instead I just drank a cup of coffee he offered me and popped the advil in my mouth.

"Feeling much better?"

I nodded "Yes"

After taking a few sips from my cup of coffee, I looked at my watch and I realized I had to meet with Kent for lunch and it's quarter to 12nn. I hurriedly grabbed my stuff while explaining to Marco where was I going to be at the same time, I almost got a full of his asking of questions but I couldn't blame him.

"Just tell Jesse I'll meet her tomorrow bye!" And I called for a taxi and went.

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I rushed everything that I did. Shower, brush, picking what to wear. And before leaving I took one last glimpse in the mirror and just shrugged the fact that I look like a ragged doll. Anyway, I'm meeting with Kent so if he truly loves me then he wouldn't mind I look like a mess for some time right?

The taxi dropped me off in front of a huge art museum. It was one of Kent's passion really, looking through arts since he's really artistic and all. But then I realized that I might have been underdressed for the occassion, but who cares anyways. wearing a simple floral dress with a cardigan over it and a cowboy boots doesn't seem all too casual I think?

I glaced over the taxi driver who I almost forgot to pay for the ride, and I leaned over his window to ask for how much. Then I felt his eyes lingering over my chest and I just rolled my eyes and got annoyed. How rude of him, doesn't he have a wife and a daughter. so I just gave him two hundred pesos and told him to keep the change.

I entered the museum and a great masterpiece immediately caught my attention, it was a beautiful painting of Paris. Everyone knows how badly I wanted to go there, it's not about the eiffel tower or most women like me dream of getting there and take a look on what it has to offer. But as far as I know, my dad said my mom died without even fulffilling her life-long dream of visiting Paris. She was about to, but unfortunately fate was cruel to her.