I never really knew how hard it was to pack all of your belongings into suitcases in one night until I had to fucking do it. I sighed as I took one last look at my newly empty apartment. In a few hours I'd be in my way to a whole new life filled with experiences I couldn't even begin to imagine... but even though I was ecstatic about the great unknown I couldn't help but feel a pit forming in my stomach. In the midst of my happiness was the gut wrenching lingering sensation that Leon cheated on me. That we were no more. That I was all alone. I threw up. I couldn't bear the emptiness I felt. It overpowered me and rendered me useless against it. I sighed as I began cleaning up my mess. How was I ever going to survive what was to come?
At around 6 am I decided to get dressed to go to the airport. I had a shower and allowed myself to relax under the coolness of the water. I dressed myself in a blue denim ripped jeans with a green knitted crop top and a white, blue and pink cardigan. I wore my white converse sneakers and switched my black glasses for my blue ones. Yes I had a world class glasses collection. I put my half straight hair in a bun and applied light makeup. I was good to go. My flight was at 8:30. I took a final swoop around my apartment to ensure I didn't forget anything important. When I'd realised I hadn't I called a cab to take me to the airport. The company was going to replace my car once I arrived in Paris.
Time Skip
"Urban Winter" I said to the stewardess at the departure gate.
"First class to Paris right?" She replied.
I nodded. Vogue was treating me exceptionally well. I stepped through the gate and walked onto the plane. I put my light brown leather duffle bag away before sitting down. It was going to be a long flight and I intended to spend those several hours sleeping. As soon as I buckled my seat belt I dozed off. Only waking up for the occasional complementary cocktail. I couldn't contain my excitement as I saw the flashing lights of Paris come into view. It was sunset now and even though it wasn't a New York you could tell the city was alive. I practically squealed in my seat as the plane descended. The instant it was alright to leave I grabbed my belongings and dashed out. Throughout the whole customs process my mind was only bustling. Damn I really loved my job and being promoted to a manager was the best thing ever. I did French in highschool so it was relatively easy for me to find my way around. When I arrived at the arrivals area there was a man waiting on me.
"Madame Urban winter?" He asked
"Oui, J'mapelle Urban Winter."
He escorted me to a new black Mercedes Benz. He opened the back door for me and I entered the car. There was a package for me. I opened it. It contained my schedule for the week. Tommorow I was to be given a tour of the branch I'd be managing as well as a meeting with my staff etc. It contained information about my apartment and the car was mine.... In that moment I wasn't sure how to react. I was to happy to even feel anything. Literally