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I booked the hotel', Michael wrote me. I checked the info he sent. One double bedroom ... ok, Sara, breathe. He slept with you in a bed already. You can move it apart and if that's not possible, you can sleep on the couch. 'Thank you.' 'The flying ticket is booked too.' 'Again, thank you.' 'Come up to my office.' I knocked once, and his voice loudly rumbled through the door. Once I entered, I spotted him leaning against his desk, hands in his pants and his jacket on his chair. Michael's hair was tussled but still looked stylish. Actually, the not perfect styled hair made him look younger, almost a boyish handsome. "I wanted to give you the list you'll need for the weekend. It's about the files I'll need." I took it from his hands carefully. "Are you angry you have to come along?" "No ... I'm nervous." "What about? It's a business trip." "But still ..." "We slept in a bed together. I thought you wouldn't mind repeating it." He brushed my hair back with a smile. "I'm not
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Sara's POVThe first thing I did once I got home was lose it.I literally lost it.I had a meltdown.I tugged the covers off my bed and threw them away. He had slept on them. I would have burned them if I had a fucking lighter.I threw away the clothes he had seen me in. I threw away the clothes he had touched on me. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Like him. Like that fucking liar.I blocked his number.I threw everything away that was related to him in any sort of way:The stuff from work, the mug he had used after breakfast, the plate he had used, the shower stuff he had touched, the newspaper he had red; anything that I remembered about him, anything my fingers crawled onto I threw away, destroyed or yelled at.But only myself I couldn't throw away. So, I needed to distance myself as far away from him as I could.I took a sponge and scrubbed the spots he had kissed and touched until my skin was red and hurt at every movement. Now I had fully erased him from my life.That's when I slipped down
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Beaumont's Enterprise POVHe couldn't remember the last time he had gone home, taken a break or stopped checking his phone for Sara.Today one week ago Sara had left the company and Michael could never forgive himself for it.She had yelled at him, yelled things that left him confused. He hadn't done anything. He hadn't said anything, why was she so angry at him? He cursed Eleanor's existence to mud, running his hand through his already messy hair and stalked down the corridor to his office.Usually the modern, simple kept offices, walls and corridors made him feel proud, were inviting and warm, but lately it left him empty and bland.They were nothing without her, nothing without her laughter echoing down the halls, nothing without her next to him, discussing the marketing ploy for a company regarding their credit.Mrs Flink rushed out the office with the files he had given her this morning. "I told you", he snarled at her. "I didn't-" "I don't care! You are fired", he yelled, then
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Michael's POV"You can't continue like this, Michael", tatie's unforgettable voice made me groan loudly.My private pilot had flown me to the airport where my driver had picked me and the others up. Before I could even grasp what I was doing, I had stood in front of Marthe's house with my suitcase and briefcase in my hands and Marie and Gerard by my side.The first day I had laid in my room and did nothing, until the memories suffocated me, so I went out and ran from our village to the next, without even me noticing it. I collapsed the moment I entered the house and had slept at the entrance.The second day I didn't even spend another minute inside. I got up, brushed my teeth, went to the city and bought as much alcohol as I could.The 63-year-old woman stood there with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.If you looked at my mother's aunt, you would think she was my real mother. I had her eyes and her once blonde hair had been the same shade of mine, we even had the same nose. Sa
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My shoulders slumped down and I grew frustrated, lost. How I missed her. How I fucking missed her.Her voice, her smile, her kisses, her arms, her jokes, everything about her.'Sat on the corner of the roomEverything's reminding me of youNursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happierAren't you?Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt youBut ain't nobody need you like I doI know that there's others that deserve youBut my darling, I am still in love with youBut I guess you look happier, you doMy friends told me one day I'd feel it tooI could try to smile to hide the truthI know I was happier with youBaby, you look happier, you doI knew one day you'd fall for someone newBut if breaks your heart like lovers doJust know that I'll be waiting here for you'The song ended exactly as we arrived the house and the button suddenly worked again. I cursed and slammed my head against the wheel. It seemed as if everything was mocking me.Gerard placed a tight hand on my shoulder an
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I don't know when and how I had gotten home, nor when I had fallen asleep, but here I was, lying on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around me. I glanced around until I remembered where I was.Gordes. Aunt Marthe. The fight.Soft voices came from the kitchen as well as the smell of food. And it smelled delicious. Water collected in my mouth and my stomach grumbled. It wasn't a usual thing for tatie Marthe to prepare a big breakfast. We usually just ate a croissant and had a cup of coffee with it. Yesterday must have riled her up.I despised it when I worried my family. I didn't want them to baby me, nor did I want them to think of the times my parents had divorced. Yes, it had been hard and yes, my brother's death had made me get help from a psychiatrist, but I was at a better place now.I glanced at the calendar and my hunger disappeared almost immediately. It was the 27th of February.I plopped back onto the sofa, my mind loud, full of questions, confused.How has it already been 12
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My heart folded together in pain, but I ignored it. I took her petite hand."My girlfriend is at home. We have ... argued a little and she decided to stay back." "Apologize. That makes mama happy." Rebecca shook her head with a smile. "I will, as soon as I see her." "Good!", Estelle stared at the floor with a smile. "Can she visit us too?" "I will bring her along next time", I said, trying to hide my pain with a smile.Rebecca pulled me into a hug as I passed by her. "Since when are you so tame?", I asked her with a forced smile. "Oh shut it! You know I worry about you as much as I worry about my kids." "I only seem to worry everybody." "You didn't have it easy. Neither of you did."She cupped my face. Then she smiled. "You still love her." "Is it that visible?" "If it weren't you wouldn't be so miserable. Drinking, smoking, not sleeping – but let me ask you something, Michael. Does it do you good?"I thought about it."No", was my final answer."How many days did you do thi
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Aunt Marthe had this table, this god-awful old table, that had a wobbly leg and was annoying me to my very core. She had bought it when I had been 15 on the flea market and had placed it in the kitchen, where it was used as extra storage space.My uncle and I frowned at it any time it moved, any time we saw it, any time she refused to get rid of it.The reason why it was such a bad table was because she had built it herself.People often wondered why I could build, and the house of my aunt was what I would point them to. Somebody had to know how to handle tools, or else something would fall onto our heads at any time.I lifted my mug and the table wobbled; I furrowed my brows. "Let me buy you a new one – please." "Humbug! It still does its job and I love it, Michael!" I raised my brow at the wax and jam spots on the old walnut table. Tatie was usually against wooden pieces, but this one had stolen her heart. My aunt often joked she loved the table as much as she loved uncle."I'm su
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"I needed a break from my job. Tomorrow I'm going to Paris." How come she knew that? "With us?", Estelle asked and raised her head. "Of course", I quickly answered to avoid her famous meltdown.I let her down and put Adrien out his seat. "Go pick a toy. I'm right behind you." They ran away with a loud 'yay'."Are you on your own?", Amelie asked, avoiding my eyes. Oh great. Wrong direction. Completely wrong direction. "Yes. My girlfriend stayed in New York. She can't leave work as easily as I can." Amelie brushed her hair back with a rushed manner. "Of course not, since you are the boss", she giggled awkwardly. "I-uh-won't bother you anymore. Have fun with your niece and nephew." "Thank you. A good day to you too", I interrupted this before it got too awkward."Tatie?", Estelle asked with a barbie doll in her hands. I shook my head. "No, that's not your tatie." "Does tatie look like her? Brown hair brown eyes?" "No, tatie is different. More beautiful." "Tatie a princess?", Est
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Léon's POVMichael ate the food Marthe had prepared for him, munching on it with a fond expression, already eyeing what he'll eat next. I was glad he was eating somewhat properly again, yet ... I shifted in my seat. There were still so many open questions. "So you will leave for New York now? To chase after her?"My brother angled the sandwich before he bit into it. "No. I don't care about that now."My ears must have betrayed me. "W-What!? But you just said-!""I'll contact Jessica, Nina and Clarissa first. Sara will push me away no matter what I do, so it's futile if I drop everything and go back. But she won't push them away. I'll have Jess tell her everything she needs to know until she is active again, then I will seek her out. I will stay today and tomorrow in Gordes, then I will leave for Paris with uncle to take part in the meeting we had arranged." Michael sounded as if he was so sure of himself, as if he knew that's how everything would go down – but one thing bothered me."
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I rushed inside to buy everything I needed to write her a letter. I wanted to head home right away, but I stopped dead in my tracks.What should I write her? How should I start? How should I address her? Mon amour? Ma belle? Ma petite? Sara?Should I apologize right of the bat?I walked in circles, contemplating what size I should write my letters with. Italic or normal handwriting? Could she even read my normal handwriting? Was I a clean writer? Could I phrase myself the way I wanted to? Would she understand what I wanted to say?I stopped as I saw the people from the supply store all looked over to me and I quickly walked deeper into the village.The smell made me stop after a while and I closed my eyes, inhaling it deeply.There's so much I loved about this place, something not even Connecticut could fulfil inside my body. Marie claimed I was such a strange person – I had an old soul, loved the digital world, hated tardiness, neglect and unsureness, yet I loved a woman who's every
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Aunt Marthe had this table, this god-awful old table, that had a wobbly leg and was annoying me to my very core. She had bought it when I had been 15 on the flea market and had placed it in the kitchen, where it was used as extra storage space.My uncle and I frowned at it any time it moved, any time we saw it, any time she refused to get rid of it.The reason why it was such a bad table was because she had built it herself.People often wondered why I could build, and the house of my aunt was what I would point them to. Somebody had to know how to handle tools, or else something would fall onto our heads at any time.I lifted my mug and the table wobbled; I furrowed my brows. "Let me buy you a new one – please." "Humbug! It still does its job and I love it, Michael!" I raised my brow at the wax and jam spots on the old walnut table. Tatie was usually against wooden pieces, but this one had stolen her heart. My aunt often joked she loved the table as much as she loved uncle."I'm su
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My heart folded together in pain, but I ignored it. I took her petite hand."My girlfriend is at home. We have ... argued a little and she decided to stay back." "Apologize. That makes mama happy." Rebecca shook her head with a smile. "I will, as soon as I see her." "Good!", Estelle stared at the floor with a smile. "Can she visit us too?" "I will bring her along next time", I said, trying to hide my pain with a smile.Rebecca pulled me into a hug as I passed by her. "Since when are you so tame?", I asked her with a forced smile. "Oh shut it! You know I worry about you as much as I worry about my kids." "I only seem to worry everybody." "You didn't have it easy. Neither of you did."She cupped my face. Then she smiled. "You still love her." "Is it that visible?" "If it weren't you wouldn't be so miserable. Drinking, smoking, not sleeping – but let me ask you something, Michael. Does it do you good?"I thought about it."No", was my final answer."How many days did you do thi
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I don't know when and how I had gotten home, nor when I had fallen asleep, but here I was, lying on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around me. I glanced around until I remembered where I was.Gordes. Aunt Marthe. The fight.Soft voices came from the kitchen as well as the smell of food. And it smelled delicious. Water collected in my mouth and my stomach grumbled. It wasn't a usual thing for tatie Marthe to prepare a big breakfast. We usually just ate a croissant and had a cup of coffee with it. Yesterday must have riled her up.I despised it when I worried my family. I didn't want them to baby me, nor did I want them to think of the times my parents had divorced. Yes, it had been hard and yes, my brother's death had made me get help from a psychiatrist, but I was at a better place now.I glanced at the calendar and my hunger disappeared almost immediately. It was the 27th of February.I plopped back onto the sofa, my mind loud, full of questions, confused.How has it already been 12
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My shoulders slumped down and I grew frustrated, lost. How I missed her. How I fucking missed her.Her voice, her smile, her kisses, her arms, her jokes, everything about her.'Sat on the corner of the roomEverything's reminding me of youNursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happierAren't you?Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt youBut ain't nobody need you like I doI know that there's others that deserve youBut my darling, I am still in love with youBut I guess you look happier, you doMy friends told me one day I'd feel it tooI could try to smile to hide the truthI know I was happier with youBaby, you look happier, you doI knew one day you'd fall for someone newBut if breaks your heart like lovers doJust know that I'll be waiting here for you'The song ended exactly as we arrived the house and the button suddenly worked again. I cursed and slammed my head against the wheel. It seemed as if everything was mocking me.Gerard placed a tight hand on my shoulder an
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Michael's POV"You can't continue like this, Michael", tatie's unforgettable voice made me groan loudly.My private pilot had flown me to the airport where my driver had picked me and the others up. Before I could even grasp what I was doing, I had stood in front of Marthe's house with my suitcase and briefcase in my hands and Marie and Gerard by my side.The first day I had laid in my room and did nothing, until the memories suffocated me, so I went out and ran from our village to the next, without even me noticing it. I collapsed the moment I entered the house and had slept at the entrance.The second day I didn't even spend another minute inside. I got up, brushed my teeth, went to the city and bought as much alcohol as I could.The 63-year-old woman stood there with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.If you looked at my mother's aunt, you would think she was my real mother. I had her eyes and her once blonde hair had been the same shade of mine, we even had the same nose. Sa
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Beaumont's Enterprise POVHe couldn't remember the last time he had gone home, taken a break or stopped checking his phone for Sara.Today one week ago Sara had left the company and Michael could never forgive himself for it.She had yelled at him, yelled things that left him confused. He hadn't done anything. He hadn't said anything, why was she so angry at him? He cursed Eleanor's existence to mud, running his hand through his already messy hair and stalked down the corridor to his office.Usually the modern, simple kept offices, walls and corridors made him feel proud, were inviting and warm, but lately it left him empty and bland.They were nothing without her, nothing without her laughter echoing down the halls, nothing without her next to him, discussing the marketing ploy for a company regarding their credit.Mrs Flink rushed out the office with the files he had given her this morning. "I told you", he snarled at her. "I didn't-" "I don't care! You are fired", he yelled, then
