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"Thank you." I said to a woman who looked of great importance who had just commended me on my painting which had served as a background for a fashion show. She nodded and walked back to join her own friends. Alex, my guy friend who was rising on the designer charts, patted my shoulder trying to re-assure me. "Don't worry. Everything was great. Chill." I nodded my thanks to him and slid my finger around the rim of my Champaign glass. "I know. I can't really help it though.' He laughed and took a sip of his wine. "You were always the worrying type." I smiled and followed his example finally ingesting some of the blood red liquid. It was an e

"Alex i…." I stuttered. My breath flowed in and out, and I was self-conscious as to my waist. "What?" he pressed, stepping closer and putting his hands on my shoulders. "Megan, what are you trying to say?" he asked with a concerned tone. I lifted my gaze to his hooded eyes. They glowed intensely with neon blue. Filled with worry and curiosity. Those eyes I woke to and loved to see not were the enemy as I spoke the two words I dreaded to say to him. "I'm pregnant." The silence, unbearable. The look on his face, even more so. This void of any sound stretched for miles. It covered days, weeks, as to what seemed. Blank stare boring into m

I woke with a start, causing me to smack my head against something. I groaned and turned to face a white wall rubbing my scalp. Vaguely I remembered that I was on a plane to Florence Italy. I sighed and looked around trying to see what had woken me up. I noticed a lump of orange fur at my feet. I smiled and bent down petting my cat Georges head. He meowed and rubbed his cheek into my fingers. I smiled and sat up groggily. I opened the blinds on the planes sides and looked out to see a small city accompanied by some farmland. I smiled at the quaint scenery and desperately wished to paint it. After a minute of admiring I turned and began to get

"Excuse me." I said shoving my way between two male models. I headed towards the bar. Once I finally had cut my way out of the crowd I sat on one of the chic barstools and rested my arms on the glowing glass counter. I sighed and watched as my so called best friend flirted with several men and paid far more attention to her real friends rather than me. "Good evening, may I get you anything?" said a male voice behind me. I turned to see a tall man who looked of Italian decent with soft brown eyes and a sliver of a cut over the corner of his mouth. I sighed. "All I want right now is some Advil. This place is driving me insane." He scoffed. "