Les Noctambulaires

Les Noctambulaires

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Une musique dansait autour d'elle, la berçait , s'enroulait autour de son corps comme un flux vital. Les notes vibrèrent courant tel des fantômes invisibles à la surface de sa peau avant de s'infiltrer en elle. Elle devint un instrument, entra en résonance avec la mélodie qui se fit plus pressante. Elle cambra sa tête en arrière et sourit. Elle savait que les prochaines heures deviendraient des jours. Qu'elle déambulerait avec frénésie dans ses rues pavées qui peuplaient ses songes, ce monde onirique créé sur mesure pour les rêveurs. Comme elle, ils étaient des milliers, tous les soirs alors que la nuit tombait aux quatre coins de la ville, ils fermaient leurs portes, leurs fenêtres pour réclamer une dose, juste une dose d'évasion. On les appelaient les Noctambulaires.
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Paris. The city of lights. The city of love. The city where Samuel Gavin Hernandez is located. Working in a small corner coffee shop, his job wasn't all that bad. Besides inhaling the smoke of men outside the shop and the annoying flirty baristas he had to keep in check, his job motivated his life. He was working there to be able to raise enough money to fly to America, specifically where his sister Olivia Hernandez lived. After receiving news that his condition was getting better, Sam could almost see his future. Almost. If it wasn't for trying to earn money and working late shifts for said money, his condition would have stayed the same. But now, he had to make a choice. Leave work and live a better life. Or, keep working, live with his sister, but possibly risk the idea of a home. Sam doesn't want to make this decision. As time flies past him, he lets a girl he usually serves at the shop stay with him at his apartment because she ran away from her rich family. Noticing how he differs from others, she offers him help. She has a dream to work as a famous designer in America, and if the two worked together, they'd both get what they want. This is a book of an adolescent trying to find a home, no matter the cost; life or limb, danger or abandonment. But what if something interfered with their story? Would he find his home? Would she find her freedom? We wouldn't know. And with that, let's get the story going, shall we? Let's find home. ~~~ Fuck. I promised after my bitch ex that I wouldn't fall. But guess who's been pushed off the cliff? This stupid little shit. "Though," Rebecca continued, her left hand to her mouth to hold in a giggle, "you don't seem like a romantic type. So, I hope I've fallen righteously." As I looked down at her, my gaze lowered to stare at her beautiful eyes. My hand moved to hold hers, our fingers lacing together. I hope so too.

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