Chapter One.

A Parisian Morning

I can't believe right now I'm in Paris!

Now, I was pretty sure that I was in love with chocolate filled would be great if he would bring me here. Although I don't know what my heart saying, but I felt that I have losing somebody that I'd forgotten a few years ago. But now I was all alone travelling by myself.

I decided to take a bike riding down the cobblestone streets and on my way to the Parisian Café from my apartment. I was pretty sure it was great to take a fresh air and stroll around down town before going to breakfast. Busy people and the weather are starting to turn into grey and gloomy. I better hurry before it started to rain.

I get into the café and take a seat beside a window. Smiling to myself, I pulled out my sketchbook and started to draw. My pencil moved smoothly across the paper, and I focused on attempting to catch the beauty of the morning in my art.

I looked up at the misty French sky, and then down across the street. The view was an extraordinary and incredible even when the rains started to pouring down to the earth in day time. I love the weather. It felt calm and relax as the surrounding were damp and a little bit misty. I felt the despair of coldness of the atmosphere and it is making me missing somebody.

"Puis-je prendrevotrecommande, mademoiselle?" a waiter came right at me to take my order.

"Je veuxunetasse de cappuccino et croissants fourres a un, s'ilvousplai't." as I ordered a cup of cappuccino and a chocolate filled croissants to the waiter.

"Bien, mademoiselle." The waiter wrote my order in his small note pad and walked away.

I continue my drawing and a voice startle me from drawing.

"I love your drawing," a man said suddenly, causing me to look up from my drawing.

"Oh, thank you! It wasn't finish yet." I looked down at my drawings and never dare to stare right at him.

"I think that we have met. I have seen you somewhere but I can't put my finger on it" he said as he took a seat in front of me.

"Well, probably somewhere. Anyway I'm Rosaline and you are?" I chuckled and look at him.

"Oh, how silly me. My name is Alexander." he introduced himself.

"Your order, mademoiselle," the waiter said in a surprisingly light Parisian and British accent.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

"Can I taking a few snapshot of you?" he asked with holding a Leica M camera.

"Uh… okay." I said.

"Wow you are really good posturing. Have you done this recently?" he asked and showing me the picture.

"Nope. "

" Your smile reminds me somebody that I lost a few years ago."

"Oh, really? She must be beautiful and lucky. What's her name?"

"Destiny." He smiled.

"Destiny? What a beautiful name. She must be special to you. It was harsh that you lost her."

"Yeah… Losing her was painful. I wished I can go back in time… and undo all my mistakes due she was admirer me or probably like me." He frowned.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know. I wished I'd knew what was she's trying to say. I wasn't there for her." He glanced at me and I realize something at him.

Something that I have forgotten a long time ago. I stared at him. He had a raven hair and black eyes. I think he was right about that we have seen each other before. But where? Surely he is not my…

"Excuse me? Is there something wrong?" he asked.

I blinked. He was staring at me strangely.

'Huh? What?'

He gave me that strange look. "I think something's trouble your thoughts. What was it?" he asked.

"Oh it's nothing. I'm just enjoying my breakfast" I lied.

"It seems like that you like eating chocolates. Are you addicted to caffeine?"

"Not really. I'm only eating it because it calms me down from all the pressure."

I am sipping a cup of cappuccino and for goodness sake it makes me calm. I noticed that he was quiet friendly.

"I would save your name in my heart, I copied all of our memories each other in my mind, and I send yourself into my soul but remembered I would never ever deleted you from my life." He winked at me.

"Uh… wh...what's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked as I was a little bit felt awkward and blushing crimson.

"Do you have heard these words?" he asked.

"Probably yes and uh… nope! I haven't heard it." I replied.

Who is this guy? What memories? We only met each other a few minutes ago.

"I think it is kinda sweet… like chocolate." He smiled.

"Well it is the sweetest thing that I ever heard. Why?"

"I'm just testing you. Gotta go! Works calling!" he winked at me and gave me a card.

"Call me!" he shouted as he walks to the door.

I blink in surprisingly. I look at his card and suddenly something hit me by the head. Alexander West?

I kind of have heard that name. But where? I searched in my mind the name of that man.

None.


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