I am extremely predictable. I went to "hide" in Central Park, on our bench. I love Martin and I really love him but I did the right thing and, yes, maybe I regret it but I couldn't afford to fuck the whole life of a person, especially a person like Martin who has fought so hard to conquer it.
As I sit back I think about everything that has happened to me in these few months. Much more has happened to me in a few months in America than in eighteen years spent in Italy.
Incoming call from Martin ...
I don't answer, I try to shrug, to hold back tears, I try to think that I don't care anymore and so I go back to thinking about my life, how all this from a simple idea of wanting to become an actress has become a huge mess.
I look at my cell phone, it's time to go home but I don't know if I can, I still need to be alone, my mom and Sergio still don't know that I left Martin and, surely at dinner they will ask me if we had fun considering that I have told them I was at Martin's house watching a movie.
I feel like I'm in a limbo where right now I have to choose between love and family, I have to decide whether to tell the truth to my family or leave these months behind and start my life now, as if I have just come down from that plane that brought me here from Milan, as if I had just placed my suitcase in the room and I had just left the house to go to McDonald's but I have to eliminate everything afterwards, it was outside Mcdonald's restaurant that for the first time I saw Martin, I should forget the limousine, the fans who hug him very passionately, the first time I saw those fairytale blue eyes, then I must forget the first time I saw him at school, the first time he looked at me, the first time he helped me to get up after that ruinous fall from heels and then I must forget the beginning of my life because yes, it is from that moment that my life began and, even if trying hard, I can't forget all that.
"Claudia?!" A voice shouts behind me, thus awakening me from my deafening thoughts, I turn and see him and I cannot help but get up and run to meet him to hug him.
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Hi guys, this is the 40th chapter.
Hope you like it,
Altea
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Dreaming Hollywood
ChickLitAnd if a girl with the dream of being an actress encounters an actor already affirmed what would happen? Will he adopt subterfuge to get something out of him? And will their feelings be involved in this whole story?
