Wow I cant believe it's been 2 years since I've seen Damon. I wonder if he will even be here waiting for me.
As Emily walked up to the Eiffel tower butterflies soared through her stomach, she took a deep breath and stepped slowly to where Damon and she were going to meet. She still loved him, but did he love her?
Wait where is Damon? Maybe he's just a little late.
So there Emily waited. At first she was calm and then she more anxious as time passed. It had been almost four hours, and no sign of Damon.
"Little Lady, it's getting late. You might be wanting to start home." A kind old man commented
"Oh, thank you." Emily said loosing faith. So Emily walked home. Tears began slowly running down her cheeks softly, but by the time she reached her hotel her soft sobs turned into a loud balling that she could not control. She sat on her bed and built up the nerve to call Damon, not knowing what she was going to say. The phone rung and rung until somebody finally picked up.
"Hello." It was a woman's voice.
"Um Hi, is Damon there." Emily said shocked and disappointed.
"Sorry Damon can't come to the phone now, can I take a message?" The girl said.
"Um, who is this?" Emily said barely getting her words out of her mouth this time.
"This is Molly, Damon's Fiance, who is this?"