W/N: My thoughts and prayers are with the people in Paris. Also, the whole wide world. Love, me.
To be honest, he still finds it hard to believe that he is now stranded in a foreign country with almost nothing. He got robbed on his way to the hotel and he was left to wander around the city for almost half a day before he was brought where he is now – a decent and clean two-room apartment not far from the city.
The crazy thing is, the apartment actually belongs to his ex-boyfriend from a year ago. An ex which he totally had lost contact with.
Fate is one funny thing, huh?
He was walking along the bridge in one of the famous tourist spots, trying to find his way to the embassy when he stumbled upon him.
He still has those innocent eyes and that one bright smile, just like how he was a year ago. He is no longer raven-haired, though. He changed his hairstyle and colored it brunette.
But still, cute.
And, he finds it hard to believe that after all he did, his ex does not hold a grudge towards him at all. He still smile those bright smiles and still talks to him nicely. In fact, he even brought him to the embassy and let him stay at his place until all the documents needed for his flight back home are ready.
His ex just left for work thirty minutes ago and he is now left alone in the apartment, accompanied by the sound from the television he is not even watching.
His ex had finally managed to achieve his dream to become a photographer and he can see that his ex is currently making it big in the city.
He can see how much his ex had matured since their breakup a year ago and he has to say he is quite impressed by it.
Also, he hates to admit it but it actually feels a little weird that his ex does not call him 'Traffy' like how he used to anymore.