I wanted to give him the world. I said that I would. I promised that I would. We would sit there for hours, talking and fantasizing about all of the things he could never have. He never knew that I was working to make them a reality.
"Paris." he told me one evening. I looked at him and grinned. He was staring at the ceiling, hands folded on his chest. "I want to go to Paris."
"And why would you want to go there, Love?" I asked, watching as he brushed away a few golden curls.
"Why wouldn't I? I mean, it's Paris, you know? City of love and all that" he sighed, arm dropping to hang off of the bed, fingers lightly tracing the wood grain. I pushed myself off of my bed and made my way to his, sitting on the floor beside him and taking his hand in mine.
"And we'll go to Paris, if it's what you want." I whispered, leaning next to him. He tilted his head at me and grinned, blue eyes twinkling like sapphires. I loved him too much. I knew I did. We were going to do so many things together. We had practically our whole future planned out. I never dreamed I would lose him. I remember that day in the White Chapel, watching him disappear alongside the Humdrum. He had turned to me, starting to fade, and I could see my own fear in him. He reached out a hand to me, mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but before anyone could do anything...gone. He was just gone. Now I sit alone at the airport, a one way ticket to Paris clutched in my hand.