Hey! It's been like two months since last time I updated and I'm sorry for that but it's just been a lot going on and I've been having writer's block. I've tried to make this chapter a little longer than my usual as a smaller compensation. Hope you'll enjoy it!
THIRD PERSPECTIVE
Even though Natalia's advice and Kylian knowing that what Natalia had suggested was the best, so did he decide to do the opposite. He put the blame on practice, even though today's his only free day this week, and headed home to burry himself in guilt for the rest of the day. Angel didn't want him there and he couldn't come up with something clever to say to her, he took the easy way out from his problem.
Feeling anxious and uncomfortable due to never getting that call from Natalia but still don't wanting to be outside almost naked when the streets starts to fill up with people, Angel walks up the stairs to her brother's apartment to face the possibility to meet Kylian once again. As soon as she opens the door, she can sense that Kylian isn't there anymore due to the empty feeling and the too quiet apartment. She quickly walks to her room to hopefully confirm her theory, searching through the apartment with her eyes on the way.
She opens the door to her room and is met by complete silence and an empty room. The Frenchwoman walks towards the open balcony door to close it but ends up walking through the open door, leaning over the railing as she's looking out on the people walking on the street and the cars driving by. It takes her a few minutes before she decides to walk back in and close the door.
The curtains on either side of the balcony door dance in the cold air moving faster for a brief moment after that she closed the door. Angel lays down on the messy bed with her feet still touching the floor as she looks up at the ceiling. She studies the beautiful details decorating around the socket in the ceiling, trying to keep her mind busy with anything other than the thought of the French footballer.
Unable to do that for long, she lets out a sigh before turning her head towards the clock on her bedside table that's showing 7.26am in red. Letting out an even more annoyed sigh, she turns her attention back to looking at the ceiling.
What am I going to do? She thinks. Angel has never chosen the hard path in life and everything she's going through now with Kylian is the opposite of what she's used to.
One thing she is certain of is that she will not have that make up sex when it's meaning putting the problems away in that storage room that you never use knowing deep down that there will at some point not be enough room for the problems anymore.
Angel sits up on the edge of the bed. The air entering and exiting her body is the only sound going through the room; slow and steady breaths.
Raising up from the bed, Angel moves towards the bathroom. She leaves the bathroom door open and drops all her clothes to the floor before turning on the shower, letting it go for a few seconds so that the water gets to the temperature she desires it to be.
Moving into the shower, Angel let's the water pour down her face, make her body and hair all wet. For just a second, she can imagine all her problems wash away with the sweat.
Till no surprise, you can make time go when you're trying to wash away your sorrows. Angel looks at the
smart-watch on her wrist as her body slowly drops to the stone tiles that's covering the bathroom floor. One hour, one hour has she been in the shower. Her skin is like raisins — dry and crumpled, but yet so wet by the water.
Wrapped in a towel, Angel walks out of her bathroom, throwing the digital clock on her bedside table a quick look. 9.11am. Frans' friend is meeting her at 11.30 in a fancy restaurant located in a more quiet area of central Paris.
Angel only wants this day to end. She never wants to feel like this again, but she still can't pretend that everything is okay. The young Lopez will make sure that her life feels livable again and maybe she'll have to sacrifice some things in exchange for that feeling, the question is if she's willing to sacrifice it.
Dressed in only her underwear, Angel walks back into the bathroom to cover her tired face with some makeup. She looks at the person in the mirror that she doesn't recognise anymore. She closes her eyes for a brief moment while taking a deep breath, before opening her eyes again. For a second, she can see Kylian standing beside her, looking directly at her and not through the mirror. But as Angel looks away from the mirror and to where she saw Kylian, it was empty and no sign of Kylian ever being there beside her a moment ago.
I'm really going crazy! Angel thinks before washing her face with some cold water before looking at herself in the mirror once again.
After doing some light natural makeup, covering the dark circles under her eyes, she puts on a pair of black high waisted palazzo pants and a white low
v-necked blouse with a pair of black classic Louis Vuitton heels and a small cross over bag in black with gold details, matching her necklace and earrings.
As she's organising the last things she's going to need for the meeting, she calls for a taxi, knowing that it will take more time parking than she's willing to give up just to drive herself to the restaurant.
Just as she's said good bye to Natalia who's sitting in her office, Angel's taxi driver texted that she's waiting outside.
After taking the old and loud elevator down to the entrance, Angel walks out from the apartment building and steps into the taxi seconds after.
She greets the female who's in her 50s and tells her the location of the restaurant. The woman behind the wheel nods politely and starts driving.
Before Angel knows it so has the taxi stopped, about 20 minutes away from Frans' apartment. The restaurant is beautiful and very elegant, the old touch of it being really visible from the street.
Deciding to fake a confident posture, Angel walks through the doors and into the restaurant. She tells one of the waitresses her name and the waitress quickly guides Angel through the restaurant and just when the waitress stops and guides her towards one of the tables, Angel turns into shock when seeing who's sitting by the table...
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