When The Rain Falls - Book 1, N, Y. [read book txt] 📗

me or what i had to say. Then the old man kicked me out. 

 

 

I whispered to myself,

 

''If i were Elle what would be the last place i would travel?''

 

 

Then it hit me, Paris, Elle always wanted to go back to Paris after the incident that happened 15 years ago. w

 

Which she now calls The Paris Treaty, I overheard when she was talking with her dad.

 

 

I knew I had to catch the next plane to Paris, but that was 2 days from now when i went to the nearest airport.

 

 

I’ll have to find a place to stay before i leave.

 

I went back to the house to apologize and stay there while i ask questions about how Elle was doing.

 

 

"Here's some tea." Carla said handing me a small cup.

 

"Thank you, i'm glad you're so nice to let me in here again." i said drinking from the cup.

 

"Elle was such an inspirational person, she had a big effect on our lives." Carla said budding on the silence.

 

"Really." i said putting down my cup of tea.

 

 

"Yes, instead of giving us anxiety, she gave us...warmth and comfort in our lives." The old man said.

 

He looked at Carla mischievously, like Elle had been misbehaving. And he lied through his teeth.

 

 

"Was she good?" I asked.

 

"Yes very good, in fact, I think Elle would have liked it better here than back where she used to live." Carla said.

 

I almost want to burst into to tears over the thought of Elle being happy here.

 

 

"Wow, I never thought that since the whole move to Rosewood, that coming to London would change her life and make her happy for once." i said inbetween breaths.

 

"No need to cry Ms. Woods, it's alright. She's okay now." the old man said.

 

 

I tried to stop myself from tearing up, but the tears came down.

 

"Why don't you go up to your room." Carla suggested.

 

I looked up at her wiping my tears.

 

"Okay." 

 

I grabbed my purse and then followed Carla up the stairs.

 

 

She opened the door, then lead me in.

 

"This was Elle's room, before she left." Carla said.

 

"Feel free to grab your things and settle down, dinner will be ready shortly." she said before leaving down the staircase.

 

 

I looked around the room as i sat on the bed.

 

I layed down on the spot where Elle probably layed the most, the left side of the bed.

 

I smelled the comforters, it was scented. Vanilla. Elle's favorite sweet smell.

 

 

"I hope Elle's thinking about me." i whispered slowly.

 

I wish Elle were here, so i can tell her how much i miss her and tell her that i've changed myself.

 

Chapter Eight: Let It Go

 

Elle's P.O.V

 

 

Our time here in Paris has been great.

 

We visited so many places and tourist sites.

 

After leaving London, I had to leave my job at Duboni’s.

 

But luckily, Duboni had a photoshoot shop here in Paris. And she'll be coming soon so we can meet up, have lunch and then head to the photoshoot which is in a famous pavilion bridge.

 

It's well know that it's this great place to shoot photos and movies in Paris.

 

 

Later in the afternoon me and Duboni headed to the pavilion for the photoshoot, it was an amazing view and had lots of space.

 

They took so many photos, it was hard to choose one. Duboni had a great idea and said I should be in the photoshoot.

 

 

''Come on Elle, you will be on the front page of FARELLE magazine, it would be fun and everyone will see your beautiful face.'' she insists.

 

I take a long hard look at Duboni.

 

''Alright i’ll do it, but only a few pictures then i’m out.''

 

 

I walk up on the runway circle stand and the photographers take my photo. Before I knew it, they had taken a dozen photos of me.

 

Duboni said I was a natural model, I looked amazing in each photo they viewed of me and I continued half the whole afternoon.

 

 

"Alright good luck then in Paris, and i'll possibly see you back in London." Duboni said.

 

"Bye." i said, as I grabbed Jacob's hand.

 

"Nice photoshoot." Jacob said holding funnel cake in his other hand.

 

 

"Are you gonna give me some of that funnel cake?" I asked looking down at it.

 

"Maybe, if you catch me." he said running ahead of me.

 

"Hey!" I yell running after him.

 

 

The rest of my afternoon was spent with Jacob.

 

We had someone paint the both of us together near the pavilion.

 

"I love this." i said, walking with Jacob down the streets of Paris.

 

 

 

I walk into the Mansion to find the door open, I guess someone was needing fresh air.

 

I walked to the kitchen and found Jacob on the couch reading.

 

''So, Jacob what should I make for tonight’s dinner, I told the chef we hired that i’ll be cooking tonight. I’m thinking potato casserole or spaghetti with garlic bread."

 

 

He sighs then says, smiling. ''I think the spaghetti and garlic bread might be a good choice tonight.''

 

''Alright i’ll get it started on that.'' I reply.

 

 

The dinner I made was delicious and Jacob loved it. Afterwards we watched a movie, while eating ice cream for dessert.

 

  

I took a deep breath, thinking of what needed to be said to Jacob.

 

''So since i’ve been in London and I told you that I needed to go to Paris, where I originally wanted to go after I left home, I've felt this weird feeling and sort of knew my mom was coming for me back in London. That was why I was so quick to tell you to come here."

 

"I’m sorry i didn’t tell you this before, but I know, I think my mom’s coming for me again. And she won’t stop till she finds me, which means we need to start packing and find a place to visit before she comes here.''

 

 

Jacob looked confused, but also understood.

 

''Why do you want to escape somewhere new and not see you mother, who’s been searching for you since you were in London?'' he asks.

 

I sigh then reply.

 

''Because she doesn’t understand me, she doesn’t love me anymore or even cares about me, because of the incident that happened here in Paris years ago. And I still don't want hold a grudge on it, but I don’t want her getting better, because the last year she’s been getting help and starting fresh and clean has made me realize how close we could become again.''

 

"But this time, it could be different." Jacob says.

 

I sigh then continue.

 

''She’s gotten out of anger management and is trying to have a connection, with me, again. But it only gets worse when she tries to talk to me, I don’t want her back in my life.''

 

Jacob gives me a weird look.

 

''What?'' i ask.

 

''Look, what the problem is, is that you need to start accepting your mother for the new woman she is. She changed for you and your dad. She’s trying to get back in your life and start again, a new beginning for the both of you, and it seems like your giving her a hard time to enter into your heart again. You gotta learn to let go of what happened before and take on new standards."

 

I look at him, then look away.

 

''I know, it’s been hard not to have your mother come back into your life properly, but give it a chance, I mean you trusted me with your heart when we first dated. It took a while until you finally accepted the fact that I will always be by your side.''

 

 

Then, I realized what Jacob was saying.

 

''It was one of the most challenging things I had to deal with when we're together, but in the end you came through and I had you and your heart. Give your mom a chance, I know I had a connection with my mom. Everyone does. That moment when you know that everything’s gonna be okay, and you can trust someone and believe in yourself and nothing’s ever gonna hold down that connection. I miss my mom and I wish that I can see her again.'' 

 

Jacob pauses, then answers again as I console him.

 

''I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead, but it’s a burden I live with, and it won't be anymore.''

 

 I re-think my decision.

 

 

''You really think I should give it a try?'' I say.

 

He replies to his confession. ''Give it all that you got, while you still have your mom searching for you.''

 

 

We hug for about a minute, then we deicide we would leave again, one more time.

 

Leaving Paris wasn’t a dream come true, I thought my mom would never find me here, but she’s know me way better then I know myself. Even before The Paris Treaty. 

 

--

 

The next morning, we left for the airport, as I said goodbye to old friends I reunited with this December. And goodbye to Ms. Duboni, as she’s still gonna continue her photoshoots before she heads back to London.

 

And saying goodbye to the Mansion that used i live in before, one final time.

 

 

But this isn’t necessarily goodbye for now, but goodbye until then.

 

''You ready to go?" Jacob asks before we leave for the airport.

 

''Yep, i’m gonna miss Paris…again.''

 

 

Me and Jacob chuckle, then get inside the limo.

 

As we drive to the airport Jacob asks. ''So where to next Elle?''

 

I smile then reply.

 

''New York.''

 

He smiles in excitement. ''Really, we're going there?''

 

''Yep.'' I reply.

 

 

One of the best memories in Paris is this moment right now, leaving Paris to go back to my home in New York.

 

We land in Manhattan and catch a cab to the building I first lived in before.

 

 

''Can you believe Jacob, i’m back home and you're gonna get to see all the sites here in New York. You're gonna love it.''

 

The cab stops in front of the building, the cab driver says ''$5.09''

 

 

The driver said it in a grown man smoker's cough voice, not to judge, but he did need the money.

 

Jacob paid him and we got out.

 

Me and Jacob go into the building, up the stairs, then in the elevator leading us to the 5th floor.

 

 

''So are you excited to see the place? It’s only January, but trust me the apartment looks great in this month because of the colors of the furniture and when the sun rises it hits a perfect lighting on the apartment." I say.

 

 

 He looks at me like i’ve been waiting for forever to give this speech, I reply with a smile then the elevator dings indicating we were at the 5th floor.

 

''Here we are.'' I say as we walk down the hallway to the left.

 

And there it was, the last door on the left. I got out the key I kept.

 

 

I unlock the door making sure I had the right key, I smile then open the door wide so we both look at it.

 

Jacob gazes at the window that’s across from front door.

 

''This is gonna be my new home and i’m gonna live here with you Elle.'' he says.

 

 

He drops the bags he was holding and lifts me up hugging me, as we spin around and walk into the apartment.

 

He kisses me on the cheek, then brings in the rest of our luggage from the hallway.

 

 

I look out the window like how I always do when I came home here, before Rosewood and before Paris.

 

When I look out the big window I see my mom in the reflection, mainly because I also see me, but when I really look at myself I see my mom.

 

I look just like her.

 

 

Jacob comes into the living room from