(A/N) I DON'T SPEAK FRENCH, I'VE ONLY USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE. BUT IF ANY OF YOU DO, YOU CAN CORRECT ANY ERRORS.
**for translation**
EARLIER BEFORE HE LEFT FOR THE AIRPORT.
~MICAH P.O.V~
Leaving France, my home, the place where all the memories are good and bad. Apparently, it wasn't going to be easy convincing my father that I'm making this decision but I have to try. Standing in his office for three hours watching him constantly flipping through piles of paperwork, looking stressed but still determined to finish.
Not taking his gaze off his work, he asked me what's in Canada that's so attractive.
"Il n'y a rien vraiment. Vous devriez savoir maintenant que je ne suis pas un fan de la presse qui me pousse leurs caméras convenablement dans le visage en essayant de ramasser ma vie personnelle et je ne veux pas être vu comme le fils du président."
**There's nothing really. You should know by now I'm not a fan of the press shoving their flity cameras in my face and trying to scoop out my personal life and I don't want to be seen just as the President's son**
He stop for a while searching my face for an answer but then stare straight at me with a keen glare. "Ne vous rendez-vous pas compte qu'il est dangereux de s'aventurer dans un nouvel environnement sans aucune protection?" He strictly asked me.
**Can't you realize it's dangerous to venture off into a new environment without any sort of protection?**
I'm not used to always expressing my emotions. It's still a new experience for me, so I usually keep my attitude cold and blank like a book that's difficult to figure out. No matter how many times you read it.
But now it was worth a try, "Père s'il te plaît, je ne suis plus un enfant. Personne ne vous dira qui je suis si je ne montre pas ma vraie couleur d'yeux." I pleaded
**Father please, I'm not a child anymore. No one will know who I am if I don't show my real eye color.**
The room was silent for a while, then he finally responded.
"Fils, je sais que tu veux une vie normale, j'ai pensé que tu pourrais tenir encore quatre ans de moi dans le siège du président mais si tu insistes."
**Son I know you want a normal life, I thought you might hold on for four more years of me in the President seat but if you insist**
He gave me a small smile that indicates he understands, although I know he was against my choice to leave.
I nod, thanking him then leave straight to my room.
I don't know if I was excited but I do know I was nervous on the inside. Nervous that he completely erased me from his memories. I remember the last letter he wrote me saying 'no matter how apart we are I'll be by your side plus I'm just one call away' I shake my head at the feeling of how happy I was finally having someone that makes my heart flutter.
I wasn't expecting that during that one year of letter writing and talking on the phone about random stuff. My heart would catch mutual feelings about a boy.
*Knock Knock*
I put the packed suitcases near the bed before unlocking the door. "Emmy," I mumbled, feeling the overjoyed spirits radiating off her.
"How is it that I'm the excited one here and I'm not even leaving?" She asked, walk in, and then jumped on the bed. I don't like it when Emmy comes in my room most of the time cause she is just a walking hazard always messing things up, but I do need her words of wisdom.
My mom picked out the name Emerald because it goes well with her personality as she grew older. Her name is somewhat of a symbol of protection, love, and wisdom.
"Are you excited to see him after all these years?" She squealed.
"Yes--No--Maybe--I don't know," I bit the inside of my cheek, not that hard though. I wanted to start a chapter for myself... meaning leaving my home country and this life of lights, cameras, and action to somewhere I can see and experience new things
"You're just nineteen almost twenty but behave all grown and heavily matured," She laughs.
"You're just twenty-four but behave like a complete child," I rolled my eyes then sat on the bed next to her playing with the ring he gave me.
"Look Micah," She turned my body facing her with that determined fire in her brown eyes.
"I'm not sure if you're following your mind or your heart but keep in mind that people can change during those eleven years. You're stubborn, and love your pride too much but just give Nilmani and yourself time to grow and learn from each other okay," Emmy told me with a cheerful smile.
"Sure why not," I nod.
After a while, the mood was getting dark. It then clicked in my mind when I saw her face wasn't all bright, I didn't flinch when she grabbed onto my shoulders.
"Veuillez toujours porter les lentilles brunes lorsque vous êtes en public, nous ne pouvons pas le laisser vous trouver." Her nails were digging into my skins as a warning to be careful.
(Please always wear brown contacts when out in public, we can't let him find you)
That's what I'm afraid of.
After saying goodbyes to everyone and I mean all 50 people that worked with and helped take care of me. I waved leaving a crying but happy mom, an understanding but disappointing father, and an overjoyed sister.
I didn't take the regular airplanes, instead, I took my mom's private one with my personal bodyguards on board.
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~PRESENT TIME~
I'm at the airport waiting for Nilmani to pick me up. There wasn't much to do rather than read a book. I told Russo, one of the guards, to act natural and not create a scene. The mask I was wearing was suffocating, to say the least, as I tried to settle on the bench.
"Monsieur le gamin qui vous accompagne est là," (Sir the kid that's accompanying you is here)
Ross, the oldest and well experienced, informed me. It was night here in Canada so I couldn't see clearly because of his hoodie, but as soon as he removed it my nervousness spiked.
He wasn't the small kid he was when we first met. He has gotten tall, his hair was short but not too short and was styled neatly, and he was in black jeans with a white turtleneck under the hoodie. His muscle figure was good too.
"Sir you're staring too much," Andy, another guard pointed out as she gave me an amusing look causing me to look away.
"Micah right?" He asked before inspecting me from head to toe, the look in his eyes was that he was trying to remember something and then gave up.
"Yeah and you're Nilmani, I thought you would be here before 8 pm."
"Blame the traffic, anyways what's with the bodyguards?" He asked while taking the luggage from me, not without observing them a bit.
"I'll tell you sooner or later," I said, waving them off as they went back to the private plane once making sure Nilmani wasn't carrying anything dangerous.
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The car ride back was silent except for the music softly playing in the background and the sound of his tapping on the steering wheel as if he was thinking of what to say.
"Micah".
"Hmm," I answered.
"The moment I saw your face I was wondering if I really wanted to remember but I decided against that," He muttered.
"You don't want to remember me?" I was hurt but it didn't sound like it. It was more of a statement rather than a question.
"I don't know what the younger me wrote in those letters but I do know that if you're so willing to see the old me, it's better you go back home rather than stay here hurting yourself in the process." He didn't spare me a glance yet that was the last time we talked on the way back to his house.
I hide the ring underneath my shirt thinking it's best not to rush things while I stare at the night sky thinking.
He kind of sounds trapped as if he's wanting to be set free but can't or he's having a hard time coping with something that was lost from him.
Sadly it felt like we were meeting all over again but this time as grown teenagers. With distant memories from the other.