A/N- Okay, I'm gonna start off with a bit of sanity and then move on to the
fun stuff later. Enjoy!
"La Nuit de l'Amour"
The dead leaves covering the ground rustled, and she knew that he had arrived. He was a little late tonight, but that could be forgiven. In her blind love, she overlooked all his faults and shortcomings.
He said nothing. Neither did she. They had no need to speak.
He offered her his arm, and she took it.
They walked together, arm in arm, through the sleeping streets of Paris. Neither noticed when the heavy clouds finally broke, spilling rain across the pavement under their feet. They walked slowly down the lamplit avenue.
The two arrived at the river Seine and seated themselves on a bench.
The wet pavement glistened under their feet. She smiled at their elongated shadows.
Their knees brushed, and neither moved away.
The trees bordering the water stretched their branches to the stars and their roots toward their reflections in the Seine. A mist rose from the river, blanketing the thin strips of beach on either side.
Each enjoyed the other's presence. He put his arm around her shoulder.
She didn't notice as the stars disappeared from the lightening sky. Birds began to awaken and sing to the coming of the new day.
He took both of her hands in his and leaned towards her. She held her breath, waiting, expectant.
Sun's first rays stretched over the horizon, and he was gone.
She slowly stood and jammed her hands into her overcoat pockets. Turning away from the river, she started back down the awakening streets toward the barricade.
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Did anyone not catch on until the end? If so, I love you. Is anyone still confused? If so, go listen to On My Own. Did anyone catch on right away? If so, review and I'll love you as much as the first category.
Oh, but that doesn't mean that I don't cordially request (whatever that means) a review from the rest of you.
My next fic isn't the most insane, but it's not this serious.
"La Nuit de l'Amour"
The dead leaves covering the ground rustled, and she knew that he had arrived. He was a little late tonight, but that could be forgiven. In her blind love, she overlooked all his faults and shortcomings.
He said nothing. Neither did she. They had no need to speak.
He offered her his arm, and she took it.
They walked together, arm in arm, through the sleeping streets of Paris. Neither noticed when the heavy clouds finally broke, spilling rain across the pavement under their feet. They walked slowly down the lamplit avenue.
The two arrived at the river Seine and seated themselves on a bench.
The wet pavement glistened under their feet. She smiled at their elongated shadows.
Their knees brushed, and neither moved away.
The trees bordering the water stretched their branches to the stars and their roots toward their reflections in the Seine. A mist rose from the river, blanketing the thin strips of beach on either side.
Each enjoyed the other's presence. He put his arm around her shoulder.
She didn't notice as the stars disappeared from the lightening sky. Birds began to awaken and sing to the coming of the new day.
He took both of her hands in his and leaned towards her. She held her breath, waiting, expectant.
Sun's first rays stretched over the horizon, and he was gone.
She slowly stood and jammed her hands into her overcoat pockets. Turning away from the river, she started back down the awakening streets toward the barricade.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Did anyone not catch on until the end? If so, I love you. Is anyone still confused? If so, go listen to On My Own. Did anyone catch on right away? If so, review and I'll love you as much as the first category.
Oh, but that doesn't mean that I don't cordially request (whatever that means) a review from the rest of you.
My next fic isn't the most insane, but it's not this serious.