The Old me
Paris- The city of love is giving me heartache. These last four days of our schedule already had been passed. They kept me busy, like a great escape.
I spend almost the night turning sides, sometimes used to open my phone's gallery, for her only picture I had still and struggling to delete. I knew I've to get over this before I loose myself.
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I gasped as someone banged over the door of my hotel suite in the early morning.
A very good feature of my family's visit.
“Why they here in mornin….?” I said, with a sigh, moving down my bed, and searched for my white t-shirt in my blanket to wear, before approaching the door.
“This can't be,” I murmured to myself, looking through the peephole.
I opened the door with a sigh.