Reneé had pretended to console him, bid him a goodbye but stayed behind the stairs, only to hear Eric speaking to someone on the phone in a hasty tone.
"Hey man! I finally got rid of her, she totally bought it!" he said, pausing.
"No, I couldn't do that, what do you think will be her reaction if I told her it was just a random act of kindness project for school" he continued on the phone.
"Yeah, yeah man, I know, right! I thought so too, Emma is such a common name!"
"Well, I for one, would expect something dramatic after travelling all the way from Bormes to Paris, but wait, I won't be as stupid as her to travel that amount of distance for a stupid note"
"I know, I barely saved my ass..." she couldn't hear him any longer as he went further.
Everything made sense, the packet of balloons from Marcus's shop, and why would someone leave a freaking note to a suicidal person?
Reneé had pushed the can away in anger, before she put her head in her palms, because the surprise surpassed the anger. Had that really happened? Did it really? She reminisced over everything she had gone through in this journey, the anger and annoyance growing by each passing memory. But a thought crept into her mind. She had been fooled. She had been fooled by destiny.
She was supposed to feel betrayed and stupid. She was supposed to be confused and suicidal.
But all she had done was laugh.
She had laughed so hard that she could feel herself float, her mouth going dry.
She had laughed like never before.
Destiny had it's own strange ways.
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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...
