Promise // Mullette

chapter 2

a/n: some French translations in this chapter. They're probably incorrect because I'm using google translate but the translations will be in bold.
- Lafayette -

I thanked my new friend Hercules and rushed out of the car as I spotted my girlfriend, Adrienne, waiting for me in front of the restaurant. I greeted her with a kiss which she gently returned, and we walked inside together.

"Qui était-ce? She asked me once we sat down together at a table. (Who was he?) I simply smiled and told her it was a man who helped me and gave me a ride. She nodded in approval and we soon ordered, sitting in a sort of, how do they say it? Uncomfortable silence. Eventually, about halfway through our small talk dinner, she set her fork and knife down and looked up at me, making eye contact.

"Laf, I must tell you something." She said solemnly. I was a little bit worried.

"Adrienne, Ce qui est mal?" I asked. (Adrienne, what's wrong?)

"We need to break up." She said harshly. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest.

"What?" I choked out, staring at her as my heart shattered many times over.

"Laf, it's just not working. I found out that I have to go back to France and I just don't feel that, what do they call it? That spark anymore. Je suis désolé." She explained. I stood about sharply and nodded at her, trying not to be weak and cry. Men don't cry, that's what Papa always told me. I never really liked him much, the way he spoke to my Mama and I. The way he viewed the world and it's people.

I walked out of the restaurant and back into the rain. I ran my fingers through my hair in an effort to calm myself down. It wasn't working.

Mi amor and I are no longer in love, it's pouring rain, I'm in a foreign city and I have no way to get home.

Merde.

I ran through every option in my head as I walked somewhat in the direction I remember driving from in an attempt to get back to the apartment complex. Luckily, it isn't too far, but by the time I'm there I've completely lost it.

I'm so upset. I love her and she left me, probably because she met someone else while I was still in France. I've been walking through pouring rain for half an hour and I'm exhausted and I never got it finish my food so I'm hungry. And I've given up on trying not to cry. At this point I can't really tell if there is rain on my face or tears.

I suppose I should go to my newly leased apartment but I need moral support. Throwing all my manners out the window, I decide for some reason it would be a better idea to go to Hercules place than my own. Without calling, sure, because I have no brain and didn't even think of that until after I knocked on the door.

I leaned against the frame like before, this time with about cinq times the tiredness as before. I continued to cry, praying he'd open the door.

To my surprise, he did and greeted me with a shocked face. He began to pull my inside without even saying a word and that's when I realized there were people in his apartment.

Fantastic. Great. First he has to see me cry and now two random strangers.

Merde.