Hehe. First time ever making you with two guys AHA! :D

Enjoy XD

-emmy


Tears fell from your eyes as you took of the sliver band on your left ring finger, before throwing it vigorously in the street. You hated him… well, you felt like you did, but no matter what happened, you found yourself constantly going back to him and loving him. But, you couldn't take it anymore. He finally broke you apart so much that you up and left him.

Stress at work was interfering with your life, you came to realize as you stumbled into your home, ready to spend the night with your lover. Shaking your umbrella so you didn't track any water into your house, you walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor, the thought of taking a nap nagging your mind. But it seemed that fate wouldn't allow it at all. When you pushed open your bedroom door and looked up, you felt like you were slapped in the face. Hard. Francis scurried to sit up, a blonde girl next to him doing the same. But, before the Frenchman could explain himself, your tears were let loose and you were slamming the door behind you.

And that's how you got to where you were. Traveling the streets of Paris, looking rather lonely compared to the many couples around you. You were staring down at your phone, tempted to call someone who would listen to you. Your bottom lip was nibbled upon as you contemplated before flipping open the slim device and dialing a number of an old friend.

Your heart fluttered crazily when you heard his accented voice, "Hello?"

"A-Arthur." You whispered the feeling of crying taking over again. "I-its Emily…" You bottom lip quivered slightly.

"Emily…what's wrong?" You assumed he could hear how down your voice sounded.

"D-do you think I can stay with you for a w-while? F-Francis…" You pushed back some of your black hair, forcing back some tears. "H-he…" You stopped, realizing you couldn't admit what had happened out loud.

He sighed; knowing exactly what Francis had done to you. "Of course you can…" He stopped when he heard a whimper from you, "Emily I'll be there tomorrow to get you, alright?"

You sniffed, "O-okay Arthur…"

"It'll be alright, I promise you. I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

"T-thank you…" You wiped your nose, "Bye." With that, you phone was snapped shut. You turned on your heel ready to go home and prepare to leave, intending to avoid Francis as much as possible. Though, you knew you couldn't for he would attempt to get you to stay, just like any other time.