Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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and just like that she was gone.

i'd be lying if i told you i've been coping just fine, in fact, i had turned into a mess, and i didn't know what to do, for the first time in a while, i felt lost, and i didn't know who or where to turn to.

Gal wasn't a friend, nor was she my lover. she was just...someone. someone without a label, but yet, someone i deeply care for, and that's where i went wrong; instead of creating boundaries, i allowed myself to get too close, i should have been more stern with myself after i found out about her relationship, i should have distanced myself, or maybe, cut her off entirely once i realized how deeply i felt for her, but that was a mistake on my part, and all i could do now is learn and try to better myself.

it's been 2 weeks since she left, and surprisingly, the paparazzi still don't know where she is, but that hadn't stopped them from trying to locate her. every where i turn to, each direction i go, shes right there, whether it was on paper, television, or students at school who would ramble about her ever since they found out i personally knew her.

its quite sad and pathetic, i had been treated like utter garbage before, and now that i had some sort of connection to Gal, everybody wanted to be my friend, but i wasn't going to let my guards down and accept everyone's kindness when it would only benefit them.

and still, in the public's eye, i am seen as a mystery woman, and somehow i am secretly "dating" Gal, i couldn't help but feel offended by the fact that some were thinking of me as the side chick. the audacity some people have. but i wasn't going to dare explain myself to anyone, especially people who would market off of my words and try to make money off of me.

i had been offered good money to spill what had been going on between Gal and i. i've even been asked for interviews to speak about what kind of relationship was between us, but i shut it all down, you can offer me all the money in the world; and i would still keep what we had going on as a secret, because it was frankly our business, not anyone else's, and even though she was a celebrity, it doesn't give anyone the right to dig into her personal life and ask inappropriate questions.

i sighed, as i checked the time on my phone, i still had about 25 minutes before my first class would start, but god was i exhausted, my mind felt drained, and my body was in great amounts of pain, i just wanted to shut off the world and sleep for the next days, but i couldn't risk missing out on school, because i didn't have a valid reason nor did i want to get into trouble.

i grabbed up my skateboard from the corner of my room, and rushed downstairs, where i found my mother reading the newspaper whilst having a cup of coffee, she then made eye contact with me, i couldn't help but stop in my tracks and greet her back with a smile.

the small smile she carried was then switched to concern, she got up from her seat and made her way towards me, her eyes fully locked on mine.

"Sarah, are you alright?"

"yes i'm fine, as much as i want to join you for breakfast, it's best i leave soon so i can make it to school on time" i held my skateboard closer towards my chest, as i leaned in to kiss my mother on her forehead. "i love you, i'll see you later"

"sit down" her voice was now mixed with concern and authority, almost as if she was demanding i take a seat next to her, but all i could do was sigh, as i placed my skateboard on the ground, and obeyed, not wanting to create an argument between us.

"don't think of lying to me, Sarah. you're my daughter and i know you oh too well, when something is wrong, you tend to avoid eye contact, and that's what you've been doing ever since you made your way downstairs, so i'm going to ask you again, what's wrong?"

"fucking hell" i muttered under my breath, i thought i worked on my eye contact, but it seems as though i still avoid staring into anyone's eyes during times of anxiety, stress, nervousness, or pain.