Chapter 2
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Purple's Pov
The plane ride went by with me trying to pull myself together. I succeeded, barely.
With that, I was in Paris, far away from Leon, far away from his lies, his sweet, poisoned words of love, far from everything that reminded me of him.
I breathed in the fresh air, and my nerves calmed. At least I wasn’t reminiscing about our past memories. I wasn't beating myself up; I wasn't blaming myself.
Maybe it was my fault, maybe if I had opened up, if I had been prettier, been more curved, been more like that slut.
But I knew deep down that it wouldn't have changed a thing.
My shoe clicked against the tile; the soft thud drowned in the noise emitted by the airport.
I made my way out, not clearly looking at where exactly I was going. Still, it was too late. I slammed against a hard and strangely soft wall.
I blinked.
It wasn't a wall; it was a human, a very muscular human.
I raised my gaze, ready to apologize, when his face came into view.
My chest heaved.
“I…I…….” I couldn't complete it before my body gave in. It wasn't just shock; it was everything: the graduation, the stressful interview, Leon's betrayal, the way it anchored in my brain, it was the pain that tore through me, the weakness which awaited a moment to trigger off.
And meeting a jaw-dropping man seemed to be the perfect moment.
Darkness hovered around me, promising me the solace I craved. I surrendered.
Everything went pitch black, and I fainted.
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My eyelid crept open; the bright light pinched my iris. I shut them back, then gently I opened them. My gaze met the white ceiling, and the smell of drugs and chemicals filled the air.
I blinked several times and directed my gaze around.
I was in the hospital??.
Just then the memories came flooding back: the lies, the sins, the betrayal and….
My eyes widened.
The airport?
I had fainted.
“You are awake, Purple.” The velvet voice washed over my skin, gentle yet rough.
I looked up, and there he was; handsome was an understatement.
His beauty could twist my sanity. He had the type of look that dared you to look away if you could, and one which would punish you if you dared. He was tall, towering 6'2" or probably taller. He didn't just stand; he dominated the room. With every stride, the earth shifted to accommodate him. Soon he was up close, his blue ocean eyes never left mine.
His scent of fine leather dipped in raw vinegar wafted into my nose, and my lungs greedily clung to it.
Others wore clothes; he poured into each layer of the clothes like it was made for him. The white shirt glued to his body, his long legs encased in black trousers, his dark hair perfectly laid back.
With such a look, he would give the Vogue models a run for their money.
“Are you okay? Do you need the doctor, Purple?” I snapped out of my mental analysis at my name.
“How do you know my name??” The words scraped through my throat, rough and barely above a whisper. A good evidence of hours of sobbing and withheld tears.
“I saw it on your passport,” he replied. “We are at the hospital. The doctor says you are exhausted, drained, and you need enough rest.”
I nodded gently.
“Thanks. And I am so sorry for the inconvenience. I didn't mean.”
“It's okay. And on the good side, you got your treatment. If that didn't happen, then you won't have.”
“Thanks.”
“You're welcome.” He gave a weak smile. “I have some paperwork to fill out at the reception, so I have to go.”
I suddenly felt like a b***h. He didn't even know me, and yet I burdened him and even let him pay my bills.
“... and your bag is on the table.” I dragged my gaze to the little table beside my bed. “Goodbye, and have a good rest. I will be back soon.”
I gave an answering nod.
He left, and the door shut with a soft click. I pulled myself up and reached for my bag. I fished out my phone, staring at the time.
It was already midnight.
I unlocked it, expecting missed calls, expecting to see thousands of messages from Leon on why I didn't return home, why I didn't call.
Yet none.
A bile rose to my throat, and tears burned my eyes.
Why am I even waiting for his call??
I screamed inwardly, hating the part of me that yearned to see him, to hear his sweetened voice.
I shook my head, directed my gaze to his number, blocked it, and deleted it.
A soft knock came, and he stepped back in.
“Good news: the doctor said you can be discharged. I have already cleared the papers; you are free to go home.”
The guilt returned, tugging at my heart.
“Thank you.”
I slipped out of the bed, gripping my bag and phone.
“You're welcome.” I hurried down the hall and into a cab he called.
He stood aside while the cab rolled away onto the street.
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“No! I can't do this! I can't.” I tossed the top aside and sank onto my bed. I had lodged in a comfortable and decent hotel.
I arrived an hour ago, and like the good girl I thought I was, I decided to arrange my things.
Who knew unpacking was worse than packing?
I puffed a sigh; sweat prickled down my face.
I increased the air-conditioning.
That won't work.
I grabbed my towel and went into the huge bathtub, where I drowned myself in the cool water that smoothed the ache I felt. I left the calm night to sweep me to solace, but even that was short-lived. My stomach rumbled.
Thinking back to what I had eaten—chips and that the previous day—I was in a hurry to meet up with Lily.
I hissed. After a short bath, I wore a casual black baggy top and decent-length knickers and went down to grab food.
God! I was so hungry; I could eat a whole cow.
Maybe that was over dramatic.
I reached the eatery part of the hotel.
“Two burgers, one KFC chicken bucket, pepperoni pizza and uh.. a bottle of wine.” By the time I was done, the man was staring at me, dumfounded.
I glanced around, and so was everyone. Just then, my gaze caught a familiar face who stood beside me. I had been so caught up that I hadn't noticed.
He was here.
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