"Esmè! Wait, you forgot your bag!" I turned to see my mom running through the crowded airport calling my name frantically. I trotted back over to her, smiling at my forgetfulness. My mom's mouth twitched into a small smile too, and she handed me my carry on bag. Up close I could see the worry lining her face, and the tracks of tears that she had shed earlier. I knew she didn't want me to leave France, but she supported me anyways. I no longer felt stable here, and I firmly believed that going to New York City would be good for me. We'd made plans with my ex-stepdad, and he'd been able to find a cheap apartment for me. He would be waiting when I arrived. My mom and I lived in France, but she had lived in Chicago before she moved so we spoke English with each other most of the time, even though I considered French my first language.
My mom got pregnant in the US, but then came over to Europe to live with my aunt Madeleine. There she met my old stepdad, Cal, and blah blah blah, she gave birth to me, started going out with Cal, married him, they moved to France, stayed together a few years before I got proposed to. That brings me back to the reason I'm leaving France in the first place. His name is Gabriel, we were together for three-ish years before he left me at the alter. Ever since then, I've been unstable, living on and off at my mom's place. But now I've finally got a chance to shape up, and there's no way I'm not taking it.
After a few more hugs and goodbyes, and a few tears, I left my mom and went to wait for my plain.
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The landing was rough, but I was too excited to care. I was here! I was in New York! I felt both excited and terrified. This was a whole new world, a new place with new people. A new life.
"Esme!" I turned, knowing that voice and British accent anywhere. My stepdad stood there, grinning like an idiot. I ran and hugged him as tightly as I could, breathing in his familiar scent.
"Esmeralda, I've missed you so much!" He pulled away from our embrace and looked me up and down, " I can't say you've changed much, except that you look a lot happier. How are you?" I chuckled,
" I'm doing great. I've really missed you too." He pulled me into another hug, rubbing my back. We had a close bond, even if he wasn't my biological father, he's the one who raised me, the one I've called dad all my life.
" Welcome to New York City, Love. Home sweet home."
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We Are Fallen
RomanceI used to believe in love stories, that was when I was still ignorant. Once upon a time, in France, their were two people who fell in love with each other. They went out a few times, then the girl asked the boy if he would be her boyfriend. He said...
