3 The Decision
Night fell in France. Stars littered across the night sky, the wind blew kisses on the city, and lamp posts lit up the paths of the intricate streets. It was beautiful, bright, and breathtaking.
Amelia was always stunned by the view from the first day she arrived, however not this night. Clouds of grey smoke were covering the view, as she dozed through two packs of cigarettes and bottles of aged red wine. The conversation she shared with Eden was stuck on replay in her mind.
Especially what Eden said about "running away" from her problems. The scolding words stuck to her like gum on a shoe. Leaving an icky feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Throughout the day, she tried to distract herself from the heart-wrenching sentences by stuffing mouth-watering foods down her throat. Croissants with sweet jelly or savory escargot did not escape her binge today. Although she attempted to relieve her mind in a more "safer" way, Eden's voice would not get out of her head.
Thus, Amelia decided to drown herself in her dangerous habits through the night. She could always count on this combination between the two. The sweet taste of the delectable, sedating wine and the bitter, stimulating cigarette. It still did wonders for her, as it numbed the pain and made her forget things.
Her current cigarette was slowly burning off and losing taste. She sighed heavily and threw the disgusting stick in the ashtray, before reaching for another.
She opened the small cardboard box expecting at least half of the pack left but was greeted with nothing. She sighed even louder before throwing the box onto the ground. She was frustrated, tired, and sad, all at once.
She gripped her silky, black hair in clumps, resting her elbows on the iron fence of the balcony. She closed her eyes, hoping the night would go by quickly. She really couldn't handle feeling like this right now.
The balcony door slid open, and a handsome, young man walked out. The young man's bathrobe loosely hung onto his large frame, as his firm chest protruded out of the cotton robe. His hair was in a devilish mess, and a shave of his sharp chin was needed.
He slowly came behind Amelia, resting his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of tobacco and alcohol.
"What are you doing out here, David?" Amelia questioned while removing her fingers from her hair.
"Someone keeps texting you," the young man waved Amelia's phone in the air. "The phone kept ringing while I was trying to sleep after the exercise," he wiggled his eyebrows.
Amelia scoffed while grabbing her phone out of David's long fingers. Her cellphone was glowing as Eden's messages never ceased to stop after she hung up the phone. "I guess she is upset," Amelia sighed.
She browsed her notifications to see the multitude of threats, cries, and pleading she left. However, in the midst of the madness that Eden created, a phone number she never expected to see again flashed in her eyes.
She gripped the phone tightly while her brows knitted in confusion. "Why did HE text me? After all the years together thrown in the trash, what did he want to say to me?" Amelia wondered, filling more thoughts in her already full mind.
With all this thinking (and toxic chemicals she intake), Amelia's head started to ache badly. She mentally and physically felt like shit. She never thought the night could get worse... until she glanced at the message he sent.
"Your father is in the hospital."
At that moment, she threw up all over David. Yup. The night got even worse.
However, Amelia now knew what she had to do.
