First love taught you how to get along with your second, third, and of course your last true love.
But my impossible wish is my first love and my last love is loving you.
However, let my dreams float in the sky.
I just raised my head and looked at your love up there.
I didn't want to get it.
Even though lightning struck, the rain fell down our cheeks, and wiped away the tears, I would stay down here, because, I didn't want someone's heart to get hurt.
The heart of your last love.
And the heart of my last love.
But one thing is certain, you'll always be my first love and I wish I'll always be your first love.
After that, let Paris and Eiffel Tower be as our witness.
-Eiffel Marceau-
Chapter 1: My First Feeling
"Everyone can see
There's a change in me
They all say I'm not the same
Kid I used to be
Don't go out and play
I'll just dream all day
They don't know what's wrong with me
And I'm too shy to say
It's my first love
What I'm dreaming of
When I go to bed
When I lay my head upon my pillow
Don't know what to do
My First love
He thinks that I'm too young
He doesn't even know
Wish that I could show him what I'm feeling
Cause I'm feeling my first love."
First Love by Nikka Costa, there was an Eiffel's favorite song when she was just a kid.
No, she wasn't just a kid.
At that time, 'that kid' fell in love with someone for the first time.
Eiffel ….
Yeah! It's her name. Her full name is Eiffel Marceau. She has 20 years old. Her first love greeted her life when she was 11 years old. However, until now, sometimes, her first love appeared in her dreams. If that dreams came to her, she wanted to listen her favorite song and recalled her first love.
Honestly, it didn't make her happy. Sometimes, she felt that her first love was as a terror in her night. She didn't know how to resolve this problem. She just wanted to close her eyes and think about nothing.
Unfortunately, when Eiffel closed her eyes, the old scene from her previous days came to her. There was a small class at her elementary school. In this class, Eiffel didn't feel happy with her classmate. She got bullied everyday.
"Hello Evil! Your name is so ugly and bad! You are evil! Evil! Evil!" shout one of Eiffel's classmates.
"My name is Eiffel! Not evil!" shout Eiffel.
"Evil! Evil! Evil! Hahaha!" Her classmates didn't stop to hurt Eiffel's heart. That girl always received this bully because she didn't have any expressions on her face. Maybe she likes 'evil' or 'ghost' or 'phantom' that was so quiet and scary.
Looking at her classmates made fun with her, Eiffel tried not to cry. Or maybe, she was not just 'tried not' to cry, but she couldn't cry.
And suddenly, there was a boy in her class shout her real name, "EIFFEL! HER NAME IS EIFFEL, NOT EVIL! COULDN'T THAT YOUR EAR HEAR WHAT SHE SAID? NO? SHE SAID THAT HER NAME WAS, IS, AND ALWAYS EIFFEL! DO YOU KNOW EIFFEL? A BEAUTIFUL TOWER IN PARIS!"
Eiffel surprised. She looked at that boy immediately.
And maybe, at that moment, cupid released his arrow to Eiffel's heart. At her point of view, that boy was so cool and brave.
"Are you ok, Eiffel?" asked that boy.
Eiffel just felt "blank" in few minutes.
"Eiffel?" asked that boy again.
"Oh, of course," Eiffel nodded.
That boy gave a pretty smile to Eiffel. He was so cute and charming. His name is …
Pierre. He was a member of theater club in her school. His dad and his mom were a member of public theatre club too in Paris. He lived in artist family. Eiffel believed that Pierre and his family have a beautiful soul and heart.
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A woman in a wedding dress ran quickly down a narrow and dark hallway.
The echo of her footsteps followed the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her chest-length curly hair flowed freely, free from the hairpin.
What day is it? she thought, Why am I dressed like this?
The woman fell. The skirt of the dress billowed beautifully like a crown of jasmine flowers.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching him.
Who? The woman immediately turned around. Her brown eyes immediately widened.
Apparently, her imaginary friend came again.
Fast! Tell him about your current life situation! Her heart screamed suddenly, directed at the figure walking towards him. The man walked so calmly and dashingly. He put his right hand in the pocket of his trousers, while his left hand held several sheets of paper.
Maybe the paper was a drama script that he will stage later.
Tell me that now I'm a talented theater performer! Now I'm different from the old Eiffel!
Once again, her heart was bothering her. However, her thin lips would not open. She didn't have the courage to say that one thing.
Moreover, it seemed that without even saying a word, the man was already interested in her. The proof is that a string of hands are now reaching out to her.
The woman welcomed and held the man's hand tightly. The man helped her stand up, then gave her a necklace with the letter 'E' made of white gold.
"Joyeux anniversary," (Happy Birthday), said the man kindly.
Hearing the man's words, the woman's heartbeat tightened. Her head felt hurts. The woman immediately held him and fought against her thoughts. She tried to clear her own thoughts.
But it was too late, a large vehicle suddenly appeared out of nowhere and destroyed the wall of the passage. The man's figure was hit by a vehicle and now the vehicle is targeting him.
"AAAAAH!" the woman shouted. But no one helped her. She was alone. She didn't have friends.
And the curtain closed...
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"HAH! HAH! HAH!" Eiffel immediately woke up and sat up from his bed. She gasped a lot. Sweat dripped down her firm-chinned face. That nightmare haunted her again that night.
'Him' again! 'Him' again! While looking at the Eiffel Tower poster stuck on her bedroom wall, Eiffel brushed her curls. She held the 'E' bobble necklace around her neck tightly. Her heart beat more violently than in her dream. Moreover, outside, it was raining heavily. The lightning that struck made her mind become more paranoid.
To calm herself, this tall, slender girl took a glass of water on her bedside table. Actions like this were a special ritual that she carried out if the dream disturbed her sleep.
How long will 'he' continue to disturb my sleep?
As she sipped the clear liquid, her eyes wandered to the light blue walls of his room. There, she saw a photo of her father and herself when she was a kid hanging on the wall. Her heart suddenly cooled. However, only a little.
Eiffel glanced to the left, at her smartphone with a blue casing. The slide-style cell phone caught her attention.
Should I call Finn now?
Eiffel thought that this was the moment she should share her problems with others. The other person was not just anyone. He was Finn, her cousin and closest person all this time. Finally, Eiffel took her cellphone and looked for the contact 'Finn Clumsy'.
But, I think it isn't a good idea! This is my secret dream!
She immediately gave up her thoughts and put her cell phone back on the table.
Let 'him' continue in my dreams and only I know his appeared,
She thought as she buried her head in the pillow. Once again, she tried to continue sleeping. In any case, she should get plenty of rest tonight. The next day, she had to be fit to attend the Arts and Culture Awards event at her theater club. If her guess is not wrong, tomorrow night she will go on stage and give a few words about her win as best actress of the year.
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-EIFFEL'S NOTE-
For me, this world was like a theater stage. To be precise, the theater stage was called life.
On that stage, humans acted as actors who were tested by God to play all the acts spontaneously. No text. No rest time. Without knowing the end of the story. Without shouting 'cut' if they played the wrong role.
Everything was natural. They did everything according to their heart's wishes, at their own expense.
The actors were not alone. Many other players gave many color to their life and accompany it in several acts. They variously became extras, supporting characters, fellow protagonists, and even antagonists.
Unfortunately, they didn't always accompany the actor throughout the performance. The Director, arranged all meetings or farewells on stage.
Then, the rounds continued to roll. It could be up to the senior stage. If the actor was a talented actor, they can leave a good impression on the audience, other actors, and even the director who planned the show.
Of course, even though the curtain on the show has been closed forever.
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