Semua Bab Only Regrets: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Everywhere I go, people can't help but notice me. I catch people staring at me, and I know what they are thinking. How can she be so perfect? I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, standing in my undergarments; I can't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? Since childhood, I have been wanting to become a model, because I think I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back, and say I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. Or maybe they are jealous of me. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, dark brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height, and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. I am a slight narcissistic, I guess. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys, and then a girl took birth at th

As I reach the library, I try to take a book from the book shelf, but I can't reach my hands there. I begin to jump to take that book. However, I feel someone wrapped their hands around my waist from behind. I flinch from the abrupt touch and turn to see. The moment I see that person's face, my lips widen in a big grin. His dark brown eyes match with mine, the black leather jacket he has worn over the white tee—is adorning his features. His hair neatly combed and polished back, leaving a stand of hair in front of his right eye. He winks at me. As tears well up in my eyes, I grasp his t-shirt and pull him for a hug. It's my boyfriend, my Aiden. “Missed me?” he asks. I nod as tears start shedding from my eyes over his t-shirt one by one, recalling the moments of morning when Ethan told me that he likes me and wants to date me. I am not feeling good about it. Aiden pulls me away from him and cups my face, furrowing his brows. “Hey! Mad girl. Did someone say something?” He wipes

“Belle, wake up. Look what's here.” Emily's hoarse voice wakes me up from my deep slumber. Sitting up in my bed, crossing my legs I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She approaches me, a big bouquet of delicate red rose flowers adorning her arms. “It was laying down outside of our room,” she informs. “For Belle: it is written on this bouquet.” She renders me that bouquet. My eyes gawk at the flowers carefully. I am a little surprised to hear this. No one has sent me flowers before today. Many guys proposed to me till date but no one ever sent flowers. Who did it today? Is it Aiden? “It must be Aiden.” I flash a wide grin to Emily. “We couldn't go on a date. Maybe that's why he sent these flowers to console me. I should call him.” “Okay,” she says and begins to roll her blanket. I pick up my phone; my mind reeling with Aiden's thoughts as I dial his number. He's such a great boyfriend. Never leaves a chance to make me fa

I sigh as I press Aiden's apartment’s bell. The apartment is located in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Manhattan. Aiden must be getting bored; he can't go anywhere because of his fracture, so I thought of surprising him by showing up here. After envisioning me, he'll be dazzled, and delighted also. My face lits up as he opens the door. “Belle, what are you doing here?” His jaw drops, his face stunned. My boyfriend, my Aiden—looking handsome as always in his Gucci leather jacket. “I missed you.” I close the gap between us and embrace him in a tight hug, my head resting on his chest; he's 6 feet tall. Maybe his height was the thing I fell for. “I missed you too,” he says. I pull back, glancing down at his fracture. “Is it better now?” I stare back into his eyes. He nods his head. “It is,” he states. “Let's go inside,” I say and we both enter his apartment. My eyes dart as I witness the sunset view of the Manhattan skyline through the glass walls of his drawing room

"You have a natural talent," the photographer praises. His words reassure me, his compliment gives me more confidence. "I think you have a bright future.” I flash a wide grin. “Thank you so much,” I say. I feel nervous. However, as the session progress, I find my confidence growing more and more. I give an audition, and walk the runaway with elegance, like a diva. “We'll be in touch,” the casting director says, rendering me his business card; I make my way out of the modeling company. After a very tiring day, I have reached my boyfriend's apartment. Now only spending time with him can freshen up my mood and energize me. “Hi!” I greet him as I enter his apartment, but he doesn't respond to me. Sitting on his couch, he continues playing his video game, his face cold and rude; the glow of his massive flat-screen TV illuminating his focused face. His fingers move deftly over the controller, his eyes never leaving the screen. Sometimes I feel jealous of his fondness for video game