Noir

I never really liked the sunshine, though I can't really say I love the rain either. ‘All the pretty, shiny things are watered by weary tears.’ At least that’s what I use to think. My room filled with the dark emptiness as I strolled towards the Victorian styled windows. Sunshine peaked passed the now passing storm clouds.

Laying on the dusty red recliner, I slowly drowned in the music blasting through my headphones. My thumb carefully rolled over the skip button. Out of the three thousand plus not one song grabbed my interest.

“God, I hate this love song.” My head glided back in disgust only to find my mother standing in the door way. Her face grew a dark crimson as she shouted her inaudible commands my way.

“Wha?” I pulled out one ear bud. It dangled between my freshly polished forefinger and middle.

“Don’t what me! Didn't you hear me calling you?” She wore a gold floor length dress wrapped in white lace. It complimented her red toned hair. If not anything, I admired my mom for her beautiful fashion sense.

“If I could hear you do you think I would've said ‘what’?”

“And if I wanted your damn sarcasm I would've asked!”

“I wasn't being sarcastic. I was just telling the truth. Isn't that what you've always told me to do?” I slid past her barely reaching the staircase before she reached out, grabbing hold of my white scarf.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“Out!” My tone rung throughout the top floor. I ran down the steps and dashed out into the garden. I didn't mean to be so forceful with the poor woman; I just had to be alone. It's where I belonged.

The crisp winterly air whipped around me, filling my nostrils with the smell of burning wood from the small houses down the way. The garden wrapped around the entire house. Promptly I spun on my heels, facing the setting crimson sun and started towards the heart of Paris.

The bells of the church tolled. My arms had gotten goose bumps all over.

‘How long have I been walking?’ I wondered. The moon hung from the east, it was to be a full one. Staring up, I nearly crashed into several people.

“Aye, Watch where you’re going girly!” A tall man dressed in a faux fur trench coat hollered back to me. Any other day I would’ve had a few words for him but at the moment I was lost. An oncoming bus, thankfully, had the time across the top.

11:45 pm.

The once sweet winter set breeze turn into full gust of intense winds. Strands of hair fell into my eyes, slightly blinding me. After rubbing the hair away I glanced up to see a man staring at me.

He didn't move or even look away, just stood and stared.

"Can I help you?" I spat out.

He looked at me quizcally. I tried again, in English this time.

"Is there something wrong?"

He shook his head 'No'. Just great.

"Ok. Are you American?"

Another 'no'.

"British?"

Again. No.

This was starting to irritate me. I didn't care who he was or what he was, I just wanted him to stop staring at me like I was a fucking piece of cake.

"Fine. Whatever. What do you want then?" It came out a lot meaner than intended. Damn.

"Let me buy you a drink." The mystery guy finally said. I know I should go home. I know I should apologize and receive a punishment, but I didn't. I wasn't going back there.

"Alright. I'm Jean by the way. And you are?"

"Kwon JiYong."

I walked up to him, grabbing his arm and slightly leaning on him. Whatever happened, happened. Tonight I didn't care and it was alright.

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