This is life.

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"Chanel?" Her hair is dyed a very bright blonde, and she has a new piercing on her eyebrow but I still recognise her, and I still remember that thick British accent of hers. As if I could forget her. Having her in front of me, it's just so unbelievable. I'm glad. I'm so very glad she didn't die that night. That would have been another life under my hands that I was oblivious about.

"Are you bloody insa-" She stops talking when she realizes it's me and her expression turns from angry to surprised as she tilted her head. "No way, Britney?" She sighs as she pulls me into a side hug. Despite the fact that we only met once it felt strangely meaningful, as if she was actually glad to see me. And I'll admit it did feel quite nice.

"My god I thought you died months ago." She says. "I thought the same!" I said back. "How did you, are you alright?" I ask breathlessly.

"No, no, no, no, don't even think of asking me anything. What the hell were you trying to do? Out of all people I would have seen try to pull such a thing it's you." I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to answer the obvious question. "Hey, I don't know how you expect me to feel right now but I'm about 10 seconds away from-" "Chanel!" A deep, powerful voice (that also happens to be British) interrupts her and gets both of our attention. I turn my head and see a very buff man in a suit with sunglasses and an earpiece run to us. I frown, feeling very confused.

She has a bodyguard?

"Tom I'm fine." She puts her hand up to signal him not to worry. "Why the hell did you run? And who is this?" He asks in a panicked voice. I feel her cold hand grip my warm one. "A friend I wanted to catch up with." She lies. I couldn't help but give her a puzzled look.

Why was she lying? Oh right, because she wouldn't want anyone to know she just saved a psycho from commiting suicide. Silly me.

"Why are you both on the ground?" "I was so excited that I knocked us both to the ground when I ran up to hug her." She retorts in an annoyed tone. She pulls me up with her and I stand beside her awkwardly, still feeling his gaze on me. "Enric's pissed you ran off. You shouldn't do that, no matter how excited you get." She fixes her hair with her free hand. "Yes, okay. Just let me catch up for five or ten minutes, yeah?" She asks. He scoffs as he shakes his head. "Five minutes, we all need to go."

"Yes, okay. Thank you Tom." He leaves behind the corner and I pull my hand away from her quickly. "Why do you have a bodyguard?" I didn't hold back. She dusts herself quickly as I spoke. I noticed her wearing a bright red cut-out dress. Wasn't she cold? I take a look at her face again and I notice her make-up was done very exquisitely. Was she here on a date of some sort? Is that who Enric is? Why am I even wondering? The thoughts disappear when she answers my question. "Oh no, you can't turn this on me." She says angrily. Her change of attitude surprised me. "Why the hell were you going to jump!? My god are you stupid? Never scare me or anyone by doing that!" She puts both of her hands under her hair under her shoulders and pushes her hair so it's behind her back.

"All I went outside for was a fag. The next time I run in 6 inch heels it better be for a better reason than this." She mutters to herself as she takes a hold of my wrist and pulls me around the corner. We reach Tom who's waiting in front of one of the restaurants.

"Give me my phone, Tom." She demands as she holds out her free hand. I can see him giving her an unsure look behind his glasses, and she offers him a threatening look before he gives in and reaches inside of his pocket, pulling out a gold iPhone5s and handing it to her. She unlocks it in record speed before looking at me expectantly and holding it up to my face. "What?" I asked unsurely. "Call someone you know, anyone, really. I need to leave but I can't trust you until I see you in safe hands." I attempt to shake my head and I fail when she throws it at my chest harshly.