Don't Say you love me, it's too late
His promise
When I arrived at Montmartre, I saw Toulouse talk to two beautiful women. I felt a rush of jealousy but decided not to show it. So I walked up to him calm and smiled politely to the two women. Toulouse was surprised to see me in a good way.
“Back so soon?” He asked me worried.
Should I tell him what happened? I looked at the two women.
“Can I speak you for a moment?” I asked and took him with me.
“What”s wrong?” He asked me confused.
“Well, it”s the last time I take advice from you. He tried to rape me!”
“Didn”t see that one coming.” He said ashamed.
I felt guilty. It wasn”t his fault…
“But I got away, his wife heard me scream.” Still I could see he blamed it on himself.
“Anyway I”ll leave you, I see you were busy.” I said. He nodded and walked away.
I went back to my room and couldn”t help myself to stop crying. I missed everyone so badly now.
My sister, my mother, even Richard, …
But it was too late now. I was here in Paris. I was here alone, without a job and without friends.
I decided to write a letter back to my sister and told her everything that happened to me the last few days.
When I got out I saw Toulouse again, he came towards me.
“Hi! I promised you that if you would lose your job I would help you.”
“True, so, what did you have in mind?” I asked curious.
“What would you think of becoming my model? For paintings?”
That was unexpected.
“I don”t know what to say.” I said blushing, he just asked me to be his model!
“If you don”t want to…” But I didn”t let him talk any further.
“I would love to.” I said smiling.
So every cloud has his silver lining indeed.
“When?” I asked excited.
“Tomorrow, if that”s alright with you?”
I nodded.
“Off course it is.”
He walked further. I wonder what he does all day except for searching models.
I posted my letter when suddenly I heard someone behind me.
“Good day my lady.”
I turned around and saw Maurice.
“Hi, how are you?” I asked. I wasn”t expecting him.
“Good. Thanks. So Toulouse just told me what happened.”
I blushed; I was hoping he didn”t told whole Montmartre.
“O yes, but I got away.” I said.
He touched my cheek softly.
“Some men don”t know their limits.” He whispered.
“Do you want to drink something?”
“I would love that.” And walked with him to a nearby pub.
“So, I also heard Toulouse was going to ask you to be his model?”
I nodded.
“Yes, he asked me.”
“And?”
“I said yes.”
He went further.
“Have you seen any of his paintings?”
I thought for a moment about the paintings I had seen.
“Yes, they are so wonderful… Toulouse is very talented.” I said dreamy.
Our drinks arrived when I saw Toulouse coming in. I waved at him but clearly, that”s not they way Maurice wanted it…
“I better go, I”ll see you later!” He said to me and stood up, gave a nod to Toulouse who took his place of the table.
“What were you talking about?” He asked me.
“Oh, about tomorrow.”
Toulouse looked worried.
“Something wrong?” But he shook his head.
“No, not really.” He said smiling.
I still didn”t understand… What was going on between them?
“Back so soon?” He asked me worried.
Should I tell him what happened? I looked at the two women.
“Can I speak you for a moment?” I asked and took him with me.
“What”s wrong?” He asked me confused.
“Well, it”s the last time I take advice from you. He tried to rape me!”
“Didn”t see that one coming.” He said ashamed.
I felt guilty. It wasn”t his fault…
“But I got away, his wife heard me scream.” Still I could see he blamed it on himself.
“Anyway I”ll leave you, I see you were busy.” I said. He nodded and walked away.
I went back to my room and couldn”t help myself to stop crying. I missed everyone so badly now.
My sister, my mother, even Richard, …
But it was too late now. I was here in Paris. I was here alone, without a job and without friends.
I decided to write a letter back to my sister and told her everything that happened to me the last few days.
When I got out I saw Toulouse again, he came towards me.
“Hi! I promised you that if you would lose your job I would help you.”
“True, so, what did you have in mind?” I asked curious.
“What would you think of becoming my model? For paintings?”
That was unexpected.
“I don”t know what to say.” I said blushing, he just asked me to be his model!
“If you don”t want to…” But I didn”t let him talk any further.
“I would love to.” I said smiling.
So every cloud has his silver lining indeed.
“When?” I asked excited.
“Tomorrow, if that”s alright with you?”
I nodded.
“Off course it is.”
He walked further. I wonder what he does all day except for searching models.
I posted my letter when suddenly I heard someone behind me.
“Good day my lady.”
I turned around and saw Maurice.
“Hi, how are you?” I asked. I wasn”t expecting him.
“Good. Thanks. So Toulouse just told me what happened.”
I blushed; I was hoping he didn”t told whole Montmartre.
“O yes, but I got away.” I said.
He touched my cheek softly.
“Some men don”t know their limits.” He whispered.
“Do you want to drink something?”
“I would love that.” And walked with him to a nearby pub.
“So, I also heard Toulouse was going to ask you to be his model?”
I nodded.
“Yes, he asked me.”
“And?”
“I said yes.”
He went further.
“Have you seen any of his paintings?”
I thought for a moment about the paintings I had seen.
“Yes, they are so wonderful… Toulouse is very talented.” I said dreamy.
Our drinks arrived when I saw Toulouse coming in. I waved at him but clearly, that”s not they way Maurice wanted it…
“I better go, I”ll see you later!” He said to me and stood up, gave a nod to Toulouse who took his place of the table.
“What were you talking about?” He asked me.
“Oh, about tomorrow.”
Toulouse looked worried.
“Something wrong?” But he shook his head.
“No, not really.” He said smiling.
I still didn”t understand… What was going on between them?