Airports have never been my favorite places but I have learned to like them. They are always crowded with people getting in and out, all crazy to get out of it and to the city awaiting outside. Just like the rest of the people in here, I'm waiting for my bag so I can finally leave this airport as well, I'm desperate to step in Barcelona again. 

I've been waiting for so long for this day to come. It took me months to finally find a place I feel great in, I'm excited. Way more than I expected. 

Everything is settled for me in here, I did all the arrangements this past week when I was in Oxford visiting Michael. I found an apartment that is not so expensive and I can cost it for two months at least until I find a job. A friend that I met the last time I was here told me he will give me his old bike and that will help me to get to the interviews I'm planning to attend. 

Finally my bag rolls out and I come to get it, moving to the last check-up to finally leave. I check the time, its three in the afternoon so I have enough time to get to my new place using the Metro. The guards check my bag and I step outside the airport, people waiting outside as well for people to walk out. 

I can't help but smile, I'm so happy to be here. 

With my bags in my hand, I walk to the station of the airport to begin my journey to my place. I follow the instructions the landlord gave me, I hope I don't get lost and take the correct connections. 

When I'm finally inside the first wagon, I insert the new chip for my phone and text my mom and my sister, telling them that I arrived well. Then, I text Michael. I had a great time with him this week, it helped me get through everything that happened last weekend. 

He knows me well, when I arrived to Oxford and he noticed I was quiet, when I'm usually very talkative, he knew something was happening. I had to tell him, about our fights, about everything Harry told me that weekend. I told him that he said he really cared about me, about his tattoo, about what happened after the wedding and finally I told him that I had to leave, I couldn't handle it. 

Michael was really comprehensive, he supported me but he also defended him. He made me realize he wasn't wrong, either. It made me think and evaluate everything but I think it was too late because I waited, but just like the last time, not a single text or call, he didn't come for me.

He didn't care. 

Even when Michael convinced me to call him, he didn't even answer. That was my last bit of home and he crushed it. 

I promised myself to never be let down by someone anymore and I'm really trying my best to not let it affect me. It does affect me but I'm trying to move on. He did the same thing once and I managed to survived. I'm sure I can survive again, I just need time and keep my head distracted. Thankfully, moving to a new place will keep me very much occupied.  

I thanked Michael a thousand times when I left. He's such a good friend, I can't wait for him to finish his courses so he can come and visit me. 

My first connection approaches and I manage to survive it, getting in the next wagon on time. Most of these names are words I already know in Spanish so its not that difficult, what it is difficult is getting to the next train before it leaves while carrying two bags. 

After forty minutes of taking connections and different routes, I arrive to my stop. Poblenou. 

When I finish the stairs of the Metro I come out to a partially sunny sky. I don't control my smile once again, I love it here already. 

Since I'm tired of all the walking with these bags, I take a cab and trying my best I give the driver the direction of where I'm going. We arrive in seven minutes, he parks in front of an old looking building, the people inside the apartments have colourful curtains so it gives the building some personality. 

"Muchas gracias." I say to the driver, handing him the money. He helps me get my bags out of the car and I thank him once again for his help. 

I climb the three stairs of the building and I call the first number in the panel, the landlord's number. It takes it at least thirty seconds to respond. 

"Hola?" He says loudly through the machine. 

"Uh, Mr. Tenorio. It's... Soy Frances." I say, speaking to the machine. 

"Oh, let me go get you. I'll be right back." He says and it goes dead afterwards. 

I wait patiently, looking to the street in front of me. There's people walking around or riding bikes, not so many cars so it seems this is not a crowded street. I turn my head to my left and spot two restaurants not far from here and a grocery store on the other side. I could get used to this. 

"Frances, hola!" I hear Tenorio calling for me behind me. I'm glad he speaks a bit of english, we can understand each other better.

"Hola! How are you?" I say with a smile on my face. 

"Great, great. Come, let me guide you to your apartment." He says opening the space for me to pass. He must be in his late fifties, he even offers to help me with one of my bags and I let him, I can't carry both. 

"Elevator doesn't work but its only three floors." He has a cool accent. 

"It's okay." I say, following right behind him. 

When we finally reach the third floor he gets his keys and stands in front of one of the three doors in the hallway. He opens the door for me leaving my bag inside. He gets a single key and hands it to me. 

"Here's your key. Please don't lost it, I only have one spare." He says, gently. "Welcome to Barcelona, Frances."

"Gracias, Tenorio." I smile at him and grab the key, placing it inside of my pocket. 

He says goodbye and walks away, leaving me in my new home. 

It's an studio apartment, its not big but its enough for me. It has a bed with no sheets between two windows at the end of the room, a kitchen and a small table with two chairs. I step inside and close the door behind me. I check the bathroom and it looks just like the one in the picture. The bathtub has a curtain that I will probably change. 

This is it, this is my new beginning. 

-

The rest of the afternoon went by so rapidly. After I unpacked everything in my bags to the small closet near the bathroom, I took a nap of two hours and I woke up really hungry. The sun was still shining outside and I guess its because the sun goes down later in this time of the year. 

I decide to take a quick shower to go grab something to eat, maybe near the beach to watch the sunset. I dress up in a dress and flip flops, I take a jacket just in case but it wasn't cold. I grab the key, reminding myself to get a keychain as soon as possible. 

Finally walking outside I decide to head to my right, the taxi went that way and I saw the beach not far from here. 

I'm really happy right now, I walk and pass other buildings and stores and I just feel, complete. The people is different in here, they look happier than in other places. I finally reach the beach and there's more people transiting around here. There are a lot of cafes and restaurants to choose from. I sit in one that has a fish on the sign, I'm not so hard to please. 

A waiter gives me a menu and they only serve plates of the day, so I order right away with a glass of white wine. I'm so relaxed right now that I want to draw. Instead of taking my phone out, I ask the waiter for a pen and he gently gives me one. I grab one of the napkins and start doodling, just simple sketches. 

I look at my surroundings and draw a table with a person against the sunlight. The sun is coming down now, its eight pm. The waitress brings me my glass of wine and I drink a sip, continuing my simple drawing. 

By the end of my meal I have at least seven napkins with sketches of people sitting in the restaurant. There's one of a lady with a white hat that I really like. I fold it and take it with me. I ask for the check even when I didn't finished my food, I need to go buy sheets, covers and pillows before returning home. 

I ask the waiter if he knows where's a department store near me and he says that there's one just three streets from here. I thank him and go follow his directions. 

When I pass the three streets he told me, I don't see anything that looks like a department store. I keep walking around, and after a couple of minutes I accept that I am lost. I look in my phone for the map, I'm even more confused by looking at it. I start asking people on the street for that store and they point to different directions. 

Finally, after half an hour, I find the store. The door says they close in fifteen minutes so I hurry up. I choose simply, all while everything. I find a cute lamp and I put it in the cart, too. When I'm walking to the register I see a carpet for the bathroom and a cute bathroom set for the sink. I decide to stop putting things in the cart because I need to save up money. 

When I finish paying the store closes and I'm glad I could make it in time. This afternoon when I took a nap I had to put a towel to cover the mattress, it wasn't comfortable. 

I guide my way back using Google Maps. It feels like a long walk because I'm carrying a lot of things. 

While I walk, just before making the turn to my street, I find myself staring into an art gallery. It has paintings on sale and a sign that says 'Help Wanted'. I put the things down on my feet and write down the number in the sign, I may not be an expert in art since I dropped out but I know a little bit. Someone walks out when I'm writing down the number.

"Estas interesada?" The lady asks me if I'm interested . 

"Uh, si." I say yes, suddenly forgetting all the spanish I know. "Sorry, my spanish is not so good right now."

"So you speak english as well? That's fantastic." She says, getting out a key and closing the door of the gallery. "I'm Paulina. The owner. Give me a call tomorrow, I'm looking for diversity."

"Will do. Thank you." I smile in response. 

She walks away getting a cigarette out of her purse along with her phone, answering a call. I stare at her and then at my bags. What a coincidence, and its just right next to the street I live in. I like the way destiny is doing me. 

Finally, I arrive home. I take out the lamp out of the box, I place it on the floor since I don't have a side table. I dress the bed and the pillows. I leave the bathroom carpet in the bags because I don't have any more energy to keep moving my body. When the bed is finally made, I jump on it with my clothes on. 

I finally take my phone out after so many hours of being apart from it. Being distracted helps me a lot to not think about things I don't have to think about. 

Being now alone on my bed, without having anyone to talk to before going to bed, brings memories to my mind, memories of someone I shouldn't be thinking about. Fuck you, Harry. 

Fuck you because you play with people's feelings and then you just simply disappear.  

Fuck you because this is the second time you do this to me. 

And fuck me, for falling in your game again. 

I had an amazing day to let it end this way, so I decide to call Michael to distract myself. He's my best friend and even if I last saw him this morning, I miss him already. I'm only one hour ahead of him so he must be awake. 

We talk for at least an hour. I tell him everything I did, how was my flight. He complains about a teacher that hates him, because he always goes late to class. We talk like if we weren't apart and I like that. At the end of the conversation he tells me he may be coming to visit me sooner than expected and he made me tell him my address so I did. 

When we finish talking I was already inside of the covers ready to fall asleep. I put my phone away and fall asleep, not having him in my head this time. 

-

The next morning I go grocery shopping, just the essentials to last the week. I'm grateful that the grocery store is just at the end of the block. When I finish my friend of the bike texts me saying that he is on his way. I unpack everything in the kitchen and as I finish my friend arrives with the bike. I go downstairs to receive him. 

"Fred. How are you?" I hug him, he was one of the people that join us while travelling around towns. 

"Great. I've been, you know, busy with everything." He smiles at me and I smile back. "You know I started a new job and everything. Now Denise lives with me."

"Wow. Long steps, huh." I say, very happy for them. 

"Yeah." He says, suddenly checking his watch. "Well, here's the bike. I have thirty minutes to get back to the office so..." 

"Sure, yeah. Thank you very much." I hug him again as a goodbye. "We should go out for dinner sometime."

"Sure thing. Let me talk with Denise and set up a day, maybe next week." He says, moving the bike my way. "And sorry for being in such a rush."

"Okay, sounds great for me." I take the bike and he takes a step away. "And don't worry. Have a good day. And thanks!"

"Bye Frances!" He waves goodbye as he walks away. 

Doing my best, I get the bike to my apartment and it takes me a lot of time to climb up the stairs. I put it against the wall. My place is starting to look more mine and I like that. I send pictures to my sister, I can't wait for her to visit me here. 

Since I left home, we have been really close. We chat almost every day and at least once a week we call each other. She may be younger than me but I'm impressed on how mature she is, she gives me the best advices.

After lunch, I decide to go to the gallery instead of calling, it looks more professional if I go. I don't put much thought on my clothes, just jeans and a black T-shirt. I take the key and leave my apartment, getting my way to the gallery. I really like how close it is to my place, just one street away. 

In just two minutes I arrive, I glance inside to see if Paulina is in there. When I don't see anyone I just open the door and step in, there's a bell on the door that sounds kind of annoying. I take a look around once the room is quiet, all these paintings look like the same artists. 

"Esa estúpida campana." Someone complains from somewhere, then after a couple of seconds Paulina walks out of the back door. 

"Hi." I wave at her, she looks at me, like trying to remember my face. 

"You're the one that doesn't speak spanish." She points a finger at me. 

"That's me. I'm Frances." I say, moving my shoulders up. "I do speak spanish, a little bit. I just get nervous from time to time."

"That's okay, that happens with foreign languages." She chuckles, coming closer to me. "So, Frances... You didn't call me but you came. That's, great." 

"Well, I live around the corner so I thought it was okay to come instead of calling? Hope you don't mind." I smile. 

"No, its perfect. I love it." She says, her accent is very thick. "Well, I don't know how to do an interview, this is my first gallery and I just need help to keep the artists happy and the costumers, and of course to have everything organized. Anyone can do this job but..." 

She walks around the small gallery while she talks, I follow right behind her and stop when she does, in front of a yellow and blue painting at the beginning of the gallery. 

"Do you know anything about art?" She asks, moving her hip to one side. 

"Uh, yeah, the necessary." I move my eyes away from her and look at the painting next to us. "Well, when I stepped inside, I noticed all these paintings have something similar. See, the yellow and the blue repeat differently in all the paintings. I may say they are from the same artist, this is a collection, right?" 

"You're right, you have a great eye. What else can you say about them?" She looks at me and then the painting. 

"I'm taking a wild guess here but I think he is trying to tell us something about a relationship." I look at the painting next to this one. "He starts with the two main colours separated. Then, here." I walk towards the middle of the gallery. "He starts mixing them together, creating a green. He hasn't used green in the others." 

"Continue." She says and I do. 

"Its nostalgic, really. Look, in the next three paintings the blue and the yellow separate again." I keep walking until I'm at the end, the last painting. "The blue is now mixed with red, creating a dark purple. You can see just one little point of yellow. They broke up... Or at least that's my point of view." 

She stays with a pensive look on her face, she looks at the paintings and finally she looks at me. 

"You're good. You got it right and I know you haven't been here before." She half closes her eyes. "And you don't know the artist because... The artist is my ex-boyfriend. I know, its complicated."

"Oh, so... He's the... Blue... And you..." I move my eyes between the paintings and her. 

"I'm the yellow. Yes." She chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm impressed. Very, very impressed."

She walks to the end of the gallery where there's a glass table and a computer. She grabs a piece of paper and hands it to me. 

"You can fill it to start tomorrow, if that's okay with you. I really need help like, soon." She says with her hand out to me. 

"Really? Okay. Okay, yeah." I say with an excited smile on my face. I can't believe this is happening. 

"Welcome to the team, Frances." She says while I shake her hand, taking the paper with me. 

Barcelona has been perfect for me so far, I knew this was the place for me. 

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A/N: I'm actually so happy for Frances. 

I know, I'm the writer and I technically decide her future but still, I'm happy for her. K. Bye guys, I love you all.