Versions Of Her (Currently Editing)

⭐Chapter 1: Here I am⭐

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There are times— where life gets to you.

The same old routine, the same broken pieces that you neglect to keep together.

Besieged by a lot of people that know all your mistakes, they've seen you fall and rise again.

It's never as simple, pulling yourself together, when you're waking up to catch another day.

Trusting that in future waking hours, you could give bits and pieces of the memories you wished to forget... the days waiting to creep upon you again.

This is why I chose to leave Jamaica; so my feet could walk on new grounds, so my eyes could take a million shot of a new creation.

I see people that don't know what I'm like behind close doors, people with the same troubles — that are either worn on their faces, or held in their phones.

There's just something about a new world; your embarrassing falls are reversed, there are no depressing fire blazing off the buildings you can recall — it's a fresh beginning.

I hold close to my heart, that nothing can go wrong— I'm in a different world.

Utilizing the Law Of Attraction, imagine the endless wishes of mine... painted in day light.

There's nothing better than being in a City like Paris, though I'm not here — in the hopes of discovering love as number two on my bucket list.

I hope not, to find the consummate man— though I don't mind seeing happy couples all around, hoping they aren't keeping anything from each other.

Secretly knowing it could come apart.

Perchance I may change my mind— the bullet might pass through the clouds.

I almost forgot where I am, I'm sitting under the trees of the Jardin du Luxembourg.

A spot where people are more spread out, is one that would always be my first choice— as an introverted person, I like my space.

I'm feeling sheltered and safe, if the rain was to fall— you would feel that you could go from being dry.

Really... it's only at the point where the rain starts to fall, that the illusion, then splits through the spaces between the trees.

The air is free, almost like the vigour of all the people here, cannot be felt.

It feels like I'm all by myself, though only when I stare at a clearing without a wink of my eye.

The person that went by, it feels he hadn't even been here.

I now bear a moment with myself again, where I could get lost in my thoughts.

*Message Alert*

Are you enjoying your first day out on your own? Have you seen any attractive guys?

Now this is my aunt, whom I will be staying with.

I know it may not seem this way, but she's not the kind to be pushy in moments related to the direction of my spirit.

According to her, she believes some of the cutest guys could be found here— something she told me upon leaving the house.

I guess it's no surprise that she had forgotten about what had happened to me... associating myself with someone attractive.

Strangely enough... as soon as I'm starting to reply, I feel eyes on me.

Now I'm always paranoid for no ostensible reason— and usually in moments where I am, nothing happens to run by as confirmation.

It was good at first.

No, I haven't.

I feel like heading home.

-------❤------Authors Note------❤----

Phew, another update for you all🙌

I had no idea she was going to have Handsome Guy Phobia, what do you think happened to her?

Was the eyes she felt on her all in her head or...was someone really watching her?

Thank you for reading.

             🙏BreathTakingMind🙏