Paparazzi Girl

29. My Paparazzi Girl

It was a lazy day. Stella hadn't done anything except for lie on her bed all day. Ever since she had woken up, the TV had been her best friend. There was nothing better to do anyways. She had already found a job at a photography center near her house, mostly for photo shoots of families or for high school seniors, which paid decently and helped her get her mind off things. But unfortunately, today was her day off, so she had nothing to do. And just last week she had applied to a few colleges, and was just barely waiting for their response. Even if she was still lacking the knowledge of what she wanted to be, she still hoped to figure it out while she was there. It couldn't be that hard to find a profession she actually enjoyed. Her mom couldn't have been happier.

Sighing, she turned off the television, turning to her side, rounding the pillow to the opposite side to now have the cool side. Outside her window, nothing was happening either. Nobody was outside like usual. No neighbors, no visitors. The whole day was grey.

Her thoughts ran out of control, sprinting from one to another, as she thought of so many things at once, that she found herself crying just a few minutes after. Her life was fucked up. Nobody even cared. Her mom was just there for the hell of it. They never really had the deep conversations Stella had with Isabelle when she worked at the agency. Right now, she felt more alone then she had been all week. She hated having nothing to do. She always ended up thinking too much and just let herself down.

And Xavier.

He was the most troubled thing that dared cross her mind. God, why couldn't she just wedge him out of her heart? Why couldn't she just take him out of her head?

Why can't he just disappear?

The memories couldn't help but bleed in. She swallowed, trying to just throw out all of her thoughts. Especially the ones of Xavier.

Forget him, forget him. He's gone and he won't come back. All because of you. No, stop. Don't do this to yourself. Don't.

She heard a knock on her door through the thoughts that were rushing in her head like a wildfire that wouldn't put out. What did her mom want now? There was nothing to talk about, there was nothing to say.

"Stella, can I come in?" She heard her mom call out from the other side of the door.

She rolled her eyes. She wasn't in the mood for anything. She just wanted to lay down and do nothing, even if it did cause her to remember so much. "Just leave me alone," she said grumbly. She wanted to be sad alone.

"A friend of yours is here. Says its pretty urgent."

Ugh. People can never leave her alone, can they? "Who is it?"

The door opened, and she could feel their footsteps coming closer. She asked who it was, not for them to barge in. "Whoever it is, can you please come some other day? I'm not very feeling well." Although she tried her best to sound nice, she knew she wasn't exactly being the best at it. She felt irritated.

It went silent for a minute, making her believe that the person had left.

And the answer to her question was answered as she heard the voice she wanted least to hear, and yet was dying to embrace once more. It was his. The one she just couldn't sink out of her mind. The one she'd been missing for months. "Maybe you should take some medication."

She whirled around, finding him standing there in flesh and bone. He was actually right there. Xavier was in her room, looking and speaking to her. Something he hadn't done in about two months. They hadn't talked in so long, she was beginning to forget what his voice sounded like. She was even beginning to lose part of his image. Only thing she had were photos.