Wind blows gently and Alyssia's hair wafts softy. She enjoys that. She feels so...free !

Siting on a park bench, Alyssia closes her eyes some seconds.

Relax. She needed it.

Just a few seconds of relaxation.

She doesn't want to think about unhappy love affairs and/or disillusions of the past... She wants to think of now. Her new life.

A couple of minutes later, she leaves her seat and head for her university before being late. She moved just some meters when someone calls her.

Megan. Her mum.

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~Alyssia's point of view~

"Mum !"

That was the third time she calls me. Exceptional !

"So tell me, how is it to live in France ?"

"Oh...let's say that I'm enjoying it !"

Yes, I study in France. My mum is a busy woman. Until her last divorce, she began...how can I say it...she starts being in love with her job. So I used to do everything alone...but I quickly got bored of this way of life and I was tired to stay alone in our big villa in California. So, during a quarrel with my mother, I told her that, if I stay there, I'll become crazy. Some month later she offered me to study in another country, especially France (because I'm learning French). I suspect her to strugged me off, but, anyway, it suited me.

So I accepted...

"Ok, I hope you will really enjoy your year in France."

"I hope too."

An eery silence fells around us.

"Alyssia ? ..."

"Hum ?"

I know that she has something to tell me. My mum rarely calls member of the family. No. Her phone was only used for her work, I think just before she continues :

"You know... I care about you. I almost never say it, but...I love you... I don't want you to be in pain, so...don't forget what I always say... Don't become attached to a man...men and love can cause so many pains... And I say it with full knwoledge of the facts. I don't want you to being hurts, ok ? Lately, I won't have time to speak with you because of my work, so please...for once, follow my advice. And be careful."

I am speechless.

Her tirade was so...unusual !

I never heard her speak with as many emotions as now. I was as if...that was really a mother who speaks to her daughter and not this other stern woman who just pretending to be my mother. Because, yes, don't forget that my mother could even come with me to the airport to say me goodbye because she was in another country until one week.

So...incredible !

Faced with my silence, my mum says quickly (to me) :

"Oh...I love you !"

And she hangs up.

Wow.

Any other word could describe my feelings now.

I am so disturbed that I don't see the guy who was walking in front of me and...

The impact surprises me.

"Oh, sorry, really sorry", say I without dare look at his eyes.

"Non, c'est bon, aucun souci", heard I him say.

In a hurry to continue my way, I quickly start again walking, but during one second our eyes meet each other and... I totally lose my composure. I don't know why but my eyes wouldn't leave his brow eyes, even if I'm still walking slowly. He was so...beautiful... Oh god, he was not just beautiful, this guy was...

"Attention !"

I just fell arms bring me back and heard a car beep, then...

"Ça va ?" is still asking the men who saved my life, whereas other people are continuing their way.

Chocked, I don't answer immediately.

"Yeah...I mean : Oui, sorry..."

My words seemed just like a garbage mix of English and French.

"Oh je vois... I can speak English if you want ?"

His perfect accent and stress surprises me. I don't know what to answer. Only one word comes to my mind :

"Thank you."

It was almost whisper. Ridiculous.

"You're welcome."

"No, really : thank you. Thanks for worrying about me."

He doesn't say anything but he has a small cut lopsided smile. This is only at this moment that I realise how good looking he is. This was not only beauty contrary to the other man. He was attractive...everything seems reassuring in him.

Lost in his contemplation, I suddenly realise that we are the only one located just next to a zebra crossing who don't move and standing there.

"Oh, sorry, I might bother you... Anyway, I have to go", say I as quickly as I can, embarrassed.

"No, wait ! I don't even know your name !"

I stop myself in my tracks and I turn over to him, smiling.

"Alyssia. And you ?"

His expression was so cute !

"Stefan", declare he, smiling as me.

I look at him a last time before turn back and continue my way.

Despite of the last even, I'm keeping smiling, even I'm not so sure that it's a good idea.

The words of my mum : "don't be attached to a man" comes to my mind. Oh yeah, I will ! I have been too many times betrayed and hurt in my last relationships to forget it...

But now, I have a doubt. If I had a brush with death a few minutes ago because of a man's beauty, -so pathetic, I know-, I also met an amazing man...I want to say : "thanks to that". Is it a pure coincidence, or, just a sign ?

Whatever, I don't know why, I'm sure I'll see him again.

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There you go for the first chapter !

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