My siblings and I are named after places; my two years younger sister Italy is obviously named after the country with the same name, my two years older brother Frans is named after France and I wasn't good enough to be named after a country like them so I was named after a city, Los Angeles. My name is Angel Lopez. I'm not completely complaining, Los Angeles is an amazing city.
Four months ago, my sister died in a car accident when she was driving from a party as she and her two best friends Alice and Rachel was on a three weeks long holiday in Brazil.
I was absolutely not expecting to be sleeping with my sisters closest friend Kylian after seeing him again at Italy's funeral after seven months of silence between us.
I wasn't sleeping with him directly after the funeral; we started texting for a couple of months, then we met up in Paris when I moved back home after months of traveling all over the world.
While I'm feeling guilty for sleeping with him due to multiple things, I'm also trying to figure out what me and Kylian actually are. Our relationship has been complicated the past three years of knowing each other but it has never gone this far, not even near.
Do I pay total respect to my sister or do I choose the path that maybe leads to happiness, but will I be able to live with myself then?!
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Main Characters
Alicia Vikander as Angel Lopez
Birthday: February 6th 1999 (19 years old)
Kylian Mbappé as himself
Birthday: December 20th 1998 (19)
Taylor Hill as Italy Lopez
Birthday: May 12th 2001
Dead: March 16th 2018 (16)
Paulo Dybala as Frans Lopez
Birthday: August 1st 1997 (20)
* * *Notes
• This is only fictional.
• I don't own any of the player, photos, models or actresses shown in this book.
• Please don't copy my story, I've put my soul into coming up with it.
• English is not my first language, so please bear in mind that there will be some grammatically wrongs and misspellings.
• I hope that you'll enjoy my book!
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Dear Italy » Kylian Mbappé
Fanfiction2018 | sometimes it's better to move on than to hold on to the past, but also appreciate the good things that it gave you