Ara sat in the living room of her Parisian townhouse. It had been nearly six months since the family had moved away from their home in the United States. Francis was home every night ready to cook dinner and do some loving on his wife. Peter was adjusting to his new life here, his French was getting better but his accent was still horrible, but as his father had predicted the boy had become more well adjusted after meeting some pretty girls (even though he was the foreigner now he was still into non American girls). Ara had adjusted too, she was even used to the glares that the older woman next door gave her.

Everything was looking up… but at the same time she couldn't help but think of Alfred. What was he up to now? Going to school? Dating some pretty little thing like one of the girls he had told her about after that first time she'd had sex with him.

She shook her head trying to rid her thoughts of the young man. She was supposed to be forgetting him. After all she'd asked him to forget about her (even if it wasn't what she wanted). The boy was just so well loyal to her and she had to admit that she felt more guilty after having to break it off with him than she had the whole time they were together; even if he was under aged when they'd started things off, and she had been committing adultery the whole time. The whole desire and reason to cheat had turned out to be invalid. Francis looked at Ara as if she were insane when she accused him of having another woman who kept him company on warm Parisian nights while he was away. She knew that she should be putting all of that behind her for good but she just couldn't.

Again Ara shook her head. This time she opened up her laptop and went to doing her work. As she read through the emails, one stood out in her mind:

The woman I loved told me to forget her and that we had been together, but it's impossible for me to. She lives far away now and I've done everything else she asked me too—except for get married and have kids, I'm way too young for that! But I've got a pretty young girlfriend like she asked me to… but honestly this lady's still on my mind. What should I do?

It was him. It had to be hi. Ara felt her eyes well up as she began to type up a response.

She was an idiot. Don't listen to her.

Was all she sad. She posted her answer and as she closed her laptop began to cry again.