Between fairy tale and reality, hopes and disappointments; dreams and emptiness comes the story of a young woman, looking so ordinary yet dreaming of extraordinary adventures, dreaming to overcome reality and create her own story.
Inside her books...
It doesn't seem like the night, I said to myself while I was walking home alone, I left work five minutes ago, and even though the sky is pretty dark and clouded, the streets are illuminated, more than usual, green; red; blue, lavender lights hanging in the buildings, trees, bridges, some change their colors while others don't. London have worn its Christmas dress.
As I was walking, the first snow has fallen down, and took place on my shoulder, I took it in my hand, it felt so cold, so soft and white like a cotton, the white flower, I stood and admired it for a bit, smiling, after a long day of work, it felt beautiful, magical to just stand here watching the snow fall down, surrounded by so many beautiful colors.
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A wish, a small impossible dream have travelled in my mind, I wished if I wasn't standing here alone, I wished if Yousef were here, if I was with someone who loves me, someone who would be walking with me then just stopped me when the snow start falling and said : stay there, I must take this photo of you, you just look magical now, my eyes would smile and he will immortalize this moment, make it a memory and save it, then we would just continue walking , going home, but this is just a wish, a crazy dream that is not happening .
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I sighed , looked down at the floor, it is covered with some snow, if I don't hurry I will find myself stuck here, I looked up at the other pavement in front of me, to see a red car, same type as Allan's car parked , a man stood next to it but I couldn't see his face, his features, cause he was far from me, the road between us is large, I shook my head and turned my gaze, I'm sure he's not the only one with that car in London.
I continued walking until the bus stop, taking fast steps in order not to miss it, I don't want to arrive late, when I reached it, the bus was about to leave, I had to run to reach it and get in, I found an empty seat near a window, I took it and stared from the window at the streets, the buildings, I watched but my head was elsewhere, it was all because of the red car that I saw, it made me think of him, remember that night at the theater unwillingly, I haven't saw him after it and was happy and grateful for it, I don't want to see him, he's the most rude arrogant person I ever met, I remember in the next day, Martha asking me why I went to my room that fast, I didn't even say hi or ask her how was she , I rushed upstairs, I couldn't take it, stand him another minute, it's like I don't have anything to be upset about, at first I didn't know what to tell her than I said I was just exhausted and wanted to leave her alone with him, she looked at me a bit then didn't say a word, just nodded, I don't know if she believed me or not, maybe she just pretended to.
