New Step

I don't know if it's a two hundred dollar whine or because he's gone. I just wanted to cry. I just want to sleep all day. I lay down and tilted my head towards the window. The fragrant aroma that started to enter from the luxurious cafe below filled part of my studio apartment which didn't even tempt me anymore. My stomach feels full until the night.

I feel stupid. A phrase popularized by local people in ancient times, the era of royal history began to remind me.

" Let none of us hate anything especially so much that the hatred will come back to its master "

I feel like I just received karma. I have repeated history. Juliette had fallen in love with the poor Prince. Again. The difference is that I wasn't born a rich noble.

If love is blind Then I just went blind. Even what that guy said is also true, I shouldn't like someone just like that. But I believe that my heart also knows which person can melt it. His warm eyes had melted this heart-shaped wall of ice.

Feelings of stupidity and longing alternately, they seem to start competing for strength from now on.

" Well Julie, you have accepted your destiny. You were born stupid and very crazy. So let's finish it perfectly. At least there are things you have to do "

While wiping away my tears, I curled my hair up which is more trendy called bundle hair, I tied the straps of my nightgown tightly, and I got up from my bed.

I opened my bedroom window, and I saw that the luxurious cafe below was still busy as usual by young girls, some of whom are content creators on social media. I started my spirit with a cup of supermarket instant coffee. I made my bed that I didn't even want to change, I didn't want to throw away his scent. I really want to sniff it over and over again. I picked up whatever was scattered on my floor, and started sweeping it with the vacuum cleaner. I put my clothes in the old washing machine and leave while rearranging my room. A bunch of white roses had withered about a week ago, and I'll buy them again later.

A white t-shirt that I paired with a jeans skirt, hair tied up in a high ponytail and a pair of sunglasses took me to the flower shop.

A bunch of white roses totaling 12 pieces is already in one of my hands. Passing the traditional market reminded me of dorian and I then entered it to buy some vegetables and cucumbers.

From what I read on an internet page, according to Islam, their messenger, who was called the Prophet Muhammad, advised his male followers to consume lots of this cucumber. Scientifically it's also true, because the cold nature of cucumber can cool the body of men who tend to have hot air which makes them irritable or aroused.

I also hope that the properties of this fruit will help reduce the burning sensation in Dorian's ass when he is relapsing. Apart from that I also bought him an ointment in the form of a balm. I think when you feel hot your body will tense up and give the effect of heat from the outside will relax the muscles while weakening the virus / bacteria inside.

Immediately I approached the cafe "Les Deux Palais" and asked where Dorian was. Not long after he came out with an apron attached to his waist. I immediately gave the package.

" Take it, this will be useful for you. Don't forget to go to the doctor regularly too "

" Okay thanks "

His tone was very flat and his face was gloomy.

Did I offend him ? Or did he see me and that guy last night ?

Who knows. I cleared my thoughts as I entered my apartment. Immediately I arrange white roses in several vases near my bed and window. As I had planned, I arranged my clothes because I had already bought a train back to Marseille. I really will endure it or at least we should plan to meet again intensely.