a small story on a relationship that sparked years ago ending terribly in heart break and hate, years latter reunited, but here's the catch, he's a world wide known actor, and she's working part time in a shitty book store.
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"one day when you become famous, will you take me with you?" i ask fumbling with his short curls. "just, don't leave me here. i don't want to be on my own." I mumble. -
i woke up and it was my birthday, the day I dreaded, alone. but I decided I'd try and make it a day where I'm extra nice to myself, so I got straight out of bed I stead of laying there for an hour, I made my bed instead of leaving it messy.
i cracked a window, and picked some fresh lilies from my front garden, putting them in a vase for grandma, maybe she'd like to celebrate if she were still alive.
i did the washing up, I tried to distract myself with jobs to ignore the fact I'm alone.
but I ran out of stuff, so I ended up sitting at the head of the big dining room table, way to big for a family of-well one.
picking at slice of old cake. "happy 18th may." i mumbled, I started crying, which I knew would happen at some point, smashing my fork into the cake, I screamed throwing it at the fridge cake splattering down it.
"Fuck!!!" i yelled.
my head turned at the knock of the door, mum? Maybe dad? Or even both? Did they realise what day it is?
i ran to the door. "Mum?-" "Happy birthday may!" my eyes lit up, seeing Timothèe standing In my eye sight party hat on his head.
A present tucked under his arm. "I've got a special day planned." he said.
i smiled wiping tears from my eyes grabbing the collar of his hoodie pulling him down to plant a very passionate kiss to his lips. "are you okay?" he asked once my lips left his. "Happier then ever." he smiled. "Come on we're catching a train." i smiled taking his arm. - "Timothèe. That's a private jet-" i said holding onto his arm. "you deserve the best of the best." he said kissing my cheek.
