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Chapter 42: "How long would it take for me to reach the ground if I jumped?"

A/n: Uhm, so I realised that Bella is always acting like the victim... I didn't mean for it to be that way but I guess here we are, so that'll just be a bad trait abt her..

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I booked a hotel room at the same place Mattheo was staying at... Well, he booked it.

He offered to book me a hotel room and whenever I declined he told me I was too late of course and that he had already booked me one.

As I walked through the door, I began getting extremely confused.

I had expected Mattheo to be the asshole he is and book the worst room available.

But it looked quite the opposite, there was a large white couch in the center of the room and giant glass windows that had beautiful royal blue curtains.

There was a small coffee table in front of the couch made of glass, that had small artificial plants on top of them.

There was a larger plant though, next to the window with giant elephant leaves.

As I continued touring through the apartment I noticed the beautiful polished wood floors.

I opened a door, the bedroom. It had one large bed in the center with a nightstand on the side. I walked over to it as I gazed at the candle upon it.

I eventually lost focus when a little glint of light caught my eye.

It was the door handle reflecting the sun coming in. I walked over to the closet opening the door.

It was a wide closet with alot of space I didn't even honestly need.

As I sat down on my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what the catch was.

I mean, Mattheo already hates me, why would he book this amazing room for me?

I lay down after I had sent a letter to Harry that I wanted him to come with me and the others tomorrow.

As I began wondering why he got me this room I realised it was probably just him trying to show off how much Money he has. Ugh like I even care.

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Mattheo's Pov-

I got out of my bed as I looked at the clock above my bed,

11:00

The others will be waiting for me, we're supposed to leave in 30 miniutes.

I sigh as I walk over to my closet. I picked a nice outfit and quickly slipped it on after I took a quick shower.

I fixed up my hair and plopped down on my bed. 

11:23

I still can't get it out of my head. Those words cut deeper than a knife and I fucking hate emotions.

But those word just keep repeating in my head,

"J'aurais aimé ne jamais marcher jusqu'à cette tour d'astronomie cette nuit-là."

(a/n: sorry to anyone who read the chapter before I changed it, before it translated to 'I wish pansy killed you when she had the chance' but those words weren't as strong as the ones I changed them to.)

Who knew eleven words could be this painful? I should just brush it off, I know I should.

I tell myself the same thing everyday, but just her saying it, makes me realise my father was right.