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A/N:  Please read:

The next 2-3 chapters will revolve around an event that took place on November 13th, 2015. I'm sure most, if not all of you, are familiar with it.

Paris was attacked by terrorists, and the attacks were horrific.

France was playing a friendly match against Germany, and Maud Griezmann (Antoine's sister) was in the Bataclan (where the biggest attack was), so the events taking place in the next two chapters are somewhat real.

If you don't feel comfortable reading, feel free to skip these two chapters, because I know it's a sensitive topic.

Thanks!

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Finally, it's the evening of November 13th, 2015.

In fact, I don't really want to see Maud after what had happened last night, but my decision is made pretty quickly when my mom tells me that she had already bought tickets for me to go to the concert.

"How are you going to get there?" She asks me through the phone.

"I'm going to go with a friend," I tell her, "she's coming anytime now."

"Alright, just stay safe." She says.

My mother has opened up to me about quite a few things, but our interactions still seem tense and uneasy.

For instance, she would sometimes digress into talking about schoolwork again, pressuring me about my schedule and workload before she caught herself. It was almost like she was deliberately trying to avoid the topic, which was something that I appreciated, but also felt kind of offended by.

It seemed like she was just being fake.

I shake off the thought and throw on a casual outfit of jeans and a black T-shirt. I pull my hair back into a loose ponytail, before making my way towards the exit of the hotel.

I look up and see none other than Maud's car, which means that it's time for me to go.

"I have to go now," I tell my mother through the phone.

"Alright, stay safe, Rosé." My mother responds.

"I will," I tell her.

"If anything happens, call me." She says

"Yes, yes, I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With that, I end the call and leave the hotel feeling slightly uneasy.

"Rose! Are you ready for the concert?" Maud greets me as I enter her car.

"Yes, of course!" I smile.

"Are you okay?" Maud asks.

I look down numbly, even though I know she's just concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

There is a guy sitting in the shotgun seat, and I assume that's Maud's boyfriend. I don't ask, though. We make our way happily to the Bataclan theater, excited for the concert that's coming ahead.

"I'm glad you still accepted to come with me," She says, "I thought that after what happened you wouldn't want to be friends anymore."

"No! I wouldn't do that. I'm not that kind of person," I respond, slightly emotionless.