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 NOTHING CAN CHANGE the fact that I'm sleeping with my dead sister's best friend

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NOTHING CAN CHANGE the fact that I'm sleeping with my dead sister's best friend. That's a sentence that's still hunting me today. Four months after her death and I'm doing this to her.

Kylian has changed, the guy that I once saw as a kid because of his friendship with my younger sister has now become more grown up in my eyes. It for once feels like he is older than me which he actually is.

"We really need to stop doing this." I say turning around towards Kylian as I puff up the pillow.

"You've said that the past two months and still we end up like this." he respond smirking. I chuckle turning my head up, starring at the white ceiling of Kylian's apartment.

"I need to go." I say sitting up in the bed, dragging my fingers through my hair.

"It's only nine am." he state, laying his arm over his head making the very simple gesture surprisingly quite hot.

"Yes, but I need to get some work done before my meeting at two." I make up as an excuse while ignoring Kylian's actions and focusing on getting dressed and get my ass home without anyone seeing me.

"Sure... call me." Kylian say as I look back at him one last time before leaving the building without responding.

The streets are almost empty. Probably because Kylian lives in a really rich area of the wealthier parts of Paris where the people living here either get to work really early or pretty much don't work at all.

My black jeans and checkered shirt maybe wasn't the best option to put on yesterday when it's a tropical heat outside that has been here for the past two months. Thought I would know what to put on by now, but I will probably get it right when you are supposed to wear a winter jacket.

Cuddling down in my sofa with a bowl of oatmeal and fruits, I check my emails and search for a specific email I've been waiting on for several weeks now.

I've been looking at this sailboat that I would like to buy if I get enough for Italy's apartment that I've put up for sale.

Don't get me wrong when selling her apartment. Italy and I had our ups and downs but we always used to say that nobody would be closer to us than we were to each other. That's why Mom and Dad decided that I got her apartment to do whatever I wanted with while Frans got her savings since he will treat that kind of money better than me.

As I scroll through the new emails, I find the one I've been looking for to pop up in my mailbox.

Bonjour Angel!
I've got an offer from an old couple on 1,3 million...

A big smile covers my face. The news are better than good. I've sold my apartment for a little lower price as what I've been offered for Italy's and the boat I want to buy costs 1,4 million. I don't hesitate to respond immediately that I'll take the offer.

In some weird way so does Kylian pop up in my head and he is the only thing keeping me from pressing send. I look out of my window and then back at my computer.

This is what I've been wanting my whole life, I've wanted to sail around the world ever since I learned to sail when I was 11. Me and Kylian are too complicated and we have different goals with life, it's not worth to give up my dream for and I maybe don't get this kind of offer again if I don't take it.

With that, I click on send and give out a light sigh before smiling.

I'll most likely be a boat owner in a few days. The thought makes me jump of happiness but it doesn't last long since I stop jumping when I realise that my oatmeal is probably cold now and that I have to get up from my way too comfy couch to warm it up again.

I wish that it would had taken longer to find the email so that I would have had time to eat it up. But I quickly erase that thought because if that would had been the case, maybe it wouldn't even had been an offer waiting for me and bad news instead.

I'll try to focus on the good things with this. That I get to make my dream come true and not that I'm using Italy's money, that's kind of mine now, and that I'm leaving Kylian behind even though he most likely will be more than fine without me.

Back to the good thoughts.

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I'm so excited to finally publish a story in English. I really hope you'll like it.

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