I found myself here again. In this city, so full of joy, so full of life.
When I was not.
I walked down the familiar cobblestone streets, the grey, sunless sky above my head of matted brown hair. It used to be soft, beautiful. It is amazing what loss can do to a person.
Three years, I reminded myself.
Three years since he left me. Since our paths separated, because it was supposed to be better for both of us. Look what it has done to me. The thought brings pain. Pure agony ripping through my chest. My hand grasps at it and I double over in pain.
I look around for help through my silver eyes.
'Well, they once were' I remind myself. My eyes long since turning grey, dull. For, there was nothing more in this life I wanted to see.
I still look around for signs of life, then realization hits. This part of paris has been long since abandoned since the opera house closed down. There was no business without it.
Love.
Thats's what caused all of this. Something constantly taken for granted, destroying so much. Imagine.
I pick my self up and walk around another corner. The experience feeling all to dreamlike as the sight that beheld me stood above the surrounding buildings. More majestic then all the others.
The Opera Populiare
I stood there awestruck despite the damage that had been done that night. The large building loomed over my petite person, making me feel smaller and smaller.
I swallowed my doubts and approached the Paris opera house, feeling like the small gawkish girl when I saw it for the first time. Now, it does not show only beauty on the outside for me, but all the sounds and joy I had felt on the inside.
Then I remembered him.
All he had did for me, then what happened because of what he did to me.
'I shouldn't be doing this,' I thought, 'It will only bring pain'
But I walked up the marble steps anyway, anything to feel his presence again, memories flooding before my eyes.
I opened the doors...