I fold the letter and slip it into an envelope, carefully writing ‘A Letter I'll Never Give to Ethan’ on the front. I place the envelope in the book Beauty and the Beast, alongside the first rose Ethan gave me, the one I have pressed between the pages. With a deep sigh, I shut the book, trying to push away the lingering sadness.Just then, my phone rings. I answer, and my heart skips a beat when I hear it's a modeling contract offer.“Hello, Belle?” a voice on the other end says. “We’re thrilled to inform you that your first major modeling contract has been finalized. You’ll be featured on a billboard in Paris.”My eyes widen in disbelief. Paris—the city where fashion dreams come true—is where my face will be showcased. The excitement and pride swell inside me as I thank the caller and hang up, my mind racing with the reality of this incredible milestone.As soon as I hang up, tears well up in my eyes. This is my first major contract, a clear sign that my hard work is paying off. Over
The next day, overwhelmed by the realization that the boy from Corsica is actually Ethan, I decide to leave Sofia. I head to Corsica, hoping to relive the feelings and memories from my childhood, to see if they can help me understand the emotions that have been haunting me.The waves gently lap at the shore as I sit alone on the familiar sand of Ajaccio Beach, the place where our story began. The sun is setting, casting the sky in a warm, orange glow, but all I can feel is the cold emptiness in my heart, all I feel is the heavy weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me.I close my eyes, and in my mind, I can see Ethan sitting beside me, just like we used to. I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence, even if it’s only in my imagination.“Why, Ethan?” I whisper, my voice trembling with the ache in my heart. “Why did you leave me waiting all these years? Why didn’t you come back for me?”Tears spill over, sliding down my cheeks as I continue,
Everywhere I go, people can't help but notice me. I catch people staring at me, and I know what they are thinking. How can she be so perfect? I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, standing in my undergarments; I can't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? Since childhood, I have been wanting to become a model, because I think I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back, and say I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. Or maybe they are jealous of me. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, dark brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height, and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. I am a slight narcissistic, I guess. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys, and then a girl took birth at th
Now that I have rejected Ethan, I gasp and walk away from him, without giving a glance to him. I don't know if he likes me or not. I just know one thing, I like Aiden, my boyfriend, and I'm not going to break up with him. With great difficulty I have found him. I do not have the courage to lose him again. As I enter the cafeteria, my eyes search for the blonde hair girl, my best friend, Emily. She's been my best friend from day one. I sigh in relief as my eyes catch a glimpse of her blonde hair in the crowd. I grin and take a seat beside my best friend and my roommate—Emily. “I'm feeling under the weather,” I admit. She furrows her brows. “Why?” she asks as she takes a bite of the burger, and licks the corner of her mouth then. “A guy proposed to me just a moment ago.” “What? Another guy likes you,” Emily murmurs in shock. I wheeze, shutting my eyes and nodding my head. “Sometimes I wonder how many guys like you. By the way, what happened then?” she asks. “I rejec
As I reach the library, I try to take a book from the book shelf, but I can't reach my hands there. I begin to jump to take that book. However, I feel someone wrapped their hands around my waist from behind. I flinch from the abrupt touch and turn to see. The moment I see that person's face, my lips widen in a big grin. His dark brown eyes match with mine, the black leather jacket he has worn over the white tee—is adorning his features. His hair neatly combed and polished back, leaving a stand of hair in front of his right eye. He winks at me. As tears well up in my eyes, I grasp his t-shirt and pull him for a hug. It's my boyfriend, my Aiden. “Missed me?” he asks. I nod as tears start shedding from my eyes over his t-shirt one by one, recalling the moments of morning when Ethan told me that he likes me and wants to date me. I am not feeling good about it. Aiden pulls me away from him and cups my face, furrowing his brows. “Hey! Mad girl. Did someone say something?” He wipes
It's Sunday. Finally, I'm going on a date with my boyfriend. I do my morning routine hurriedly. I hope everything goes well. I take a shower, and after that I start finding something to wear for my date in my closet. What should I wear? I don't know where we are going. I should take help from Emily. “Emily.” “Yes,” she says in her sleepy voice. “Can you help me? I don't know what I should wear for my date?” I say. “I think you should wear lingerie,” she suggests. “Yeah,” I nod, and then furrow my brows. “Wait! What!” I ask as if I hear something wrong. She starts laughing at me. “Yeah. Go and wear lingerie. It will be easier for him to fuck you then,” she says, peeking from her blanket. I blink my eyes in disbelief and my cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Shut up. We are not going to do that,” I say, glancing away briefly. “Oh c'mon. Everyone knows what happens between couples. Don't be a fool. Everyone does that.” She steps towards me. I bite my lower lip in stress. “Every
“Belle, wake up. Look what's here.” Emily's hoarse voice wakes me up from my deep slumber. Sitting up in my bed, crossing my legs I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She approaches me, a big bouquet of delicate red rose flowers adorning her arms. “It was laying down outside of our room,” she informs. “For Belle: it is written on this bouquet.” She renders me that bouquet. My eyes gawk at the flowers carefully. I am a little surprised to hear this. No one has sent me flowers before today. Many guys proposed to me till date but no one ever sent flowers. Who did it today? Is it Aiden? “It must be Aiden.” I flash a wide grin to Emily. “We couldn't go on a date. Maybe that's why he sent these flowers to console me. I should call him.” “Okay,” she says and begins to roll her blanket. I pick up my phone; my mind reeling with Aiden's thoughts as I dial his number. He's such a great boyfriend. Never leaves a chance to make me fa
Aiden wants me to throw this bouquet but I don't want to. Ethan sent these flowers with feelings; throwing this bouquet, and crushing these flowers means crushing his feelings. I know there's nothing between us—no chance at all. But his feelings—just the thought of hurting his feelings hurts me. Mom always said if a person gives you a gift then you should always keep that—no matter what that gift is: jewelry, money, expensive, non expensive. Gifts are a person's emotions. How can I throw this bouquet? “Why does Aiden have no emotions?” I murmur. I stand up from the bed, grasping the bouquet. As I walk outside the campus, I look for someone to give this bouquet. It would be better to give this bouquet to another person rather than throwing it away. My eyes search for a person, and it lands over an old lady walking on the sidewalk. I take hurried steps towards her and offer her that bouquet. She furrows her brows. “This is for you. You are beautiful,” I say. Her eyes sparkle as s