Dear Italy » Kylian Mbappé

fourteen | past

LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING and somehow for just a couple of seconds, all my problems were gone.

I throw the duvets of my naked body before wrapping it in a satin kimono on my way to the small balcony. I leave the glass doors open for some ventilation in the hot early summer morning. I light a cigarette and look out on the empty street.

Soon so is my attention captured again by the same person as always. I glance back at Kylian laying naked in my bed, the duvets only covering a little part of his body. I study his beautiful toned chest and how peacefully he sleeps. It's unreal to think that, that boy is one of the best footballers in the world and probably the teenager with brightest future.

How successful and love Kylian is by everyone, it makes me think of myself; what have I accomplished?

Once or twice, I've considered taking my own life. But then, for me, I wouldn't see the point of it. I'd feel like it would be too early to take me own life, I would just give up too easily and only leave behind a couple of devastated people.

I don't have that passion that drives other people to live a happily ever after. I don't have that passion to be really good at something. How would I possibly be good at anything when all my fame comes from my parents?!

I sit there on the metal chair for more than 20 minutes before deciding to head to the kitchen, Frans is probably up and getting ready for work. I really need some brotherly advice.

Just as I predicted so is my older brother sitting in the kitchen.

"Right on time." I say to him opening the fridge.

"Yes. Don't forget the meeting at noon that I scheduled for you with my friend Leah." he say, focusing on his laptop as his fingers dance over the keys.

The anxiety of actually tackling the problems, just makes me feel more anxious and now I don't even want to tackle what happened last naught between me and Kylian.

"I'm going out for a walk. Tell Natalia to call me when Kylian is gone and someone of you tell Kylian that I had to go and make some errands and that I won't be back until late." I say, taking my beige coat as I walk towards the door.

"You are only avoiding your problems Angel, it will just get worse if you continue like this." Frans say as I walk out in only my pyjamas, a coat and my trainers.

Frans was so right about what he said and I was well aware of it. He is often right when he wants to teach me something about life and I give him the same look: you're only two years older than me, how much more of life can you possibly know?!

But I know that he is so much smarter than me; he was the one that studied at Yale, not me, even though it has nothing to do with that he's much more mature than me but I think that that comes from Natalia and not some stupid education.

The streets of Paris are almost empty; only a few cars are out in the warm summer morning. I walk towards the park to find some peace and also make a plan for how I should tie up this big knot.

I sit down on a bench by a big fountain with baby angels playing instruments. In the distance, I can see a group of older people in their 60s drinking beer and talk really loudly. Somehow, it made me smile. Maybe it's the reality from Frans' words that hits me or the fact that I'm out here in a park six o'clock in the morning in my pyjamas, judging other people when I'm not any better.

The peaceful sound of the water makes me almost want to fall asleep right there and then. But what comes to my mind is just anxiety. Am I rude to Kylian by leaving him in the apartment and also lying to him about why I was doing it?

THIRD PERSPECTIVE
Kylian wakes up to an empty bedroom and the balcony door wide open, letting cold winds into the room.

He get out of bed after giving his eyes a chance to actually wake up. The Frenchman closes the doors, puts on the clothes he wore the night before and walks out from the bedroom.

"God morning Natalia!" Kylian say with a raspy voice as Natalia gives him a warm smile.

"God morning..." she pauses a few seconds as she pour up another cup of coffee to Kylian before continuing.

"Angel left in her pyjamas around 5.30 am. She didn't want to have to face another obstacle. She'll be back around 7 when people start filling the streets. I should wait here until then if I were you." she say before heading towards her and Frans' office with her big cup of coffee in her hand and a small plate with biscuits in the other.

Kylian just nods as an answer before sitting down by the modern table for at least eight people.

By now, Kylian knows Angel as well as Frans and Natalia do but he still shouldn't have given in yesterday. He shouldn't have kind of taken advantage of Angel's vulnerability.

But maybe this is for the best. They maybe aren't supposed to be together and this was all meant to happen. Kylian finds someone new and Angel as well, then later they reunite and have a laugh about the past and their stupid decisions.

Or so will they forever be broken hearted...

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