Albert Camus Romantic Fanfiction (EXPLICIT) ⚠️

~ The Discovery ~

"She came to me in a dark time, the brightest light I have ever lived to experience...a beautiful flower, a rose..a rose with thorns is a very fitting description to define her. Her smile makes me heart take flight, I never felt such an uncontrollable feeling inside of ny heart. Her tears...also beautiful. Incredible! Even when she is crying, she is beautiful. I admire her with all my heart...she is the one I want. 

All my life it never once crossed me that I would find a girl I do not want to share...the thought of her being open for any man to marry torments me. Those lustful nights I spent with Maria I would trade any day for just one kiss from her. This has given me enough dare to end my marriage with Francine for her..."

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"Arlene!"

"I am coming...."

*she puts down the black leather journal and closed the large wooden chest. Later on that evening, Juliette cannot sleep. She keeps wondering why the diary in the attic was in her aunt Jane's possession. She had previously told her that it belonged to her mother and that even her aunt did not know of it until her mother was killed. She gets out of bed in the middle of the night and silently slips back up the steps. She sits on the floor, the moon beams shedding enough light making her candle seem almost useless. She heaves a bug sign but before she opens the diary she notices another diary similar to the black one, only this one was dark blue. She dusted the cover of it and slipped her finger across the side of the hard bound book. She opened it curiously and began to read through it.*

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It was early October of 1949 that I first heard of her. Well, to be exact, the first time I read about her. I was heading to the theatre to work on a play I had been eager to start for a while and I picked up a copy of the day's newspaper. I stopped by for a quick coffee where I met up with a few usual friends and that was the time I came across the article that read "Students Philosophical Movement emerges victorious." What particularly caught my eye was the phrase "Poineering Existentials in the making make history with the first ever philosophical feud that turned into one of the hottest debates and they won the debate!"

I had lost all realization that I was still with my friends and kept up the reading as my curiosity was raised.

Further on in the article it read a few names, one of which was a Bellerose Middleton, a British born student who was said to have mentioned my works in her participation of the academic debate that made it to front page in all of Paris. I remember distinctively frowning as I briefly went over the text again. I was however, soon pulled out of my thoughts and thought not more about it. She did pop in and out of my mind a few times but my days continued without interruption. 

Then one late evening, I was invited by a close work partner to a get together at Café de Flore. It is there where I met her the first time. I was sitting with a group of existentialists and actors. Sitting in our group was Simone de Beauvoir and during our very delightful conversation, she signaled and waved at someone. Sartre of course asked her who she waved at and soon enough, three young ladies came up to pur table. They introduced themselves and joined us. They sat on a table next to ours. Then a young and vibrant lady who seemed in the same age range as the three girls walked over and bowed politely. 

"Bellerose. It is lovely to see you here. I was just telling them welldone on the victory!"

She gave her a playful courtesy and nodded.

"You're welcome."

She looked so beautiful. She was wearing sky blue plain dress. Over her dress was a black school cardigan with a shiny gold pin on it. Ah, a communist. After learning that she is the same girl I had read about I spoke up before she walked to the table to sit with her friends.