Note: I can't say this story really has a "point", but I liked the idea. I hope some of you enjoy it as well.

The Restaurant Le Glamour was a fairly new one, shining bright against the backdrop of Paris's magnificent streets. It rose up higher than many of the surrounding buildings, covered from top to bottom in glass, Positioned just right, so that every morning the sun could be seen glinting off it's surface, every evening it basked in a gentle glow, and every night, when lights were just beginning to be turned on, a reflection of the downing sun would be painted against the buildings canvas. This was paired with the majestic sound of the sweetest music flowing through the doors; never enough to allow passerby its full beauty, but just enough to entice such people to step inside to experience more. The whole set up practically screamed riches to those who passed. As did the marble walkway that led up to the entrance, and the hundreds of guards posted around its perimeter. The only people entering were those draped in the finest silks and showiest gems. People who had bodyguards latched to them like a dragon to it's gold. People who owned more than most, but thought that meant they owned the world. The restaurant could be called the best of the best, the epitome of perfection, or simply a paradise.

It wasn't a place I wanted to be, and yet it was the place I was at. And hopefully a place I would be leaving sooner rather than later.

I stepped into the building, stopping as a guard waved his Hand Held Metal Detector over me. It was just a formality, by this point I'd been in and out of the restaurant so many times all members of the staff knew me by name, and I, in turn, knew all of them. As an example, the charming fellow running my check today was Chad, went by Lucas, smelt like lemons and peanut butter on a regular basis, and basically pretended to hate me so I'd give him double the amount in tips. He also took forever to finish his security checks, abiding by his favorite quote "better safe than sorry". It was a relief when I got out of his clutches within five minutes. Of course, that just meant I had another five minutes to wait for each person who was entering with me.

When the checks were all completed, we were free to roam the building as we saw fit. I didn't need to roam anymore, I was practically a robot moving around here; every path, route, or destination was embedded in my mind. I didn't even have to think as I made my way to our normal dining area.

Up one flight of stairs. Turn left. Down the corridor. Turn left. Up another flight of stairs. Round the corner. Walk the hall. Reach the curtains. Deep breath in.

This was it. My stop.

I pushed the curtain aside and, being the gentleman I am, let my date in before me. I even held the curtain for my bodyguard, because... why not? I walked in shortly behind, letting the coral red cloth fall into place after me.

On this side of the curtain I was greeted by a waiter who led me to a seat near one of the windows -a favorite trick to getting a larger tip. The table seated two, and was covered in a light red cloth that had a silky white trim around the top and bottom. It was cute. Romantic. Perfect for a couples night out, a proposal, the announcement of a coming baby. Or in my case a breakup. That's right, I brought my girlfriend here to break things off… it was supposed to be a kind gesture -one last date- but I may have gotten the wrong idea when I planned the night.

"What do you want tonight, Adrikins? Pasta? Salad? Soup?"

"Um...I'm not sure yet, Chloe. I'll take whatever you do I guess."

"Alright, then you'll be getting a salad. Which one looks best to you? I'm thinking, this one," she jabbed her finger at the menu in front of her.

I looked at what she was pointing out. It was literally the lightest dish Le Glamour offered, "Yup, sounds good."

I cringed as Chloe snapped her fingers twice at a waiter who was assisting a couple the next table over. Sometimes patience was a value I wanted to drill into her head….figuratively.

"We want two of these. And make it quick, my Daddy's the mayor."

I wasn't surprised when we received our food in record time. Three months ago, one of the best archery ranges was put out of business after their arrows were accused of being faulty. Apparently, the mayor's daughter was something of a legend when it came to archery, and she never missed a shot -I'm still not sure I believe that, knowing Chloe and all. Anyway, I hadn't been with Chloe during the incident, but it was all over the news. Anywhere she entered was now a pool of loyal hound dogs, for fear of such a fate befalling their business as well.

"Um… Chlo, there's actually something I wanted to talk about."

Chloe nodded.

"So, we've been together for a little over a year now. I've really enjoyed getting to know you in a different way, bu-" I was suddenly cut off by a squeal.

"Of course I'll marry you Adrien Agreste!" Chloe was always one to cause a scene, before I knew it all the diners at the restaurant had turned towards our table, grins on their faces.

"Wha...oh, yeah… um… but," I started, "that's not really what I was getting at."

"Don't be silly, you said-"

This time I cut Chloe off, knowing if she said anything more she would make me feel bad and I'd be having a real wedding in a matter of months. "I'm breaking up with you, Chloe."

An eerie atmosphere settled over the gathered people. People turned their heads, averting their eyes, clearly far less than enthused to be part of the not proposal. No one seemed to know what to think, not that they had much reason to be involved in the matter.

"Dude, watch out!" A voice called from the table next to me. I turned my head to find the source, which, in hindsight, was probably for the best.

SHHIIIIIIIIINNNNG!

The left side of my face erupted in pain. I staggered back a step, shaking my head to clear the cloud of red hot gas that filled it. I felt a splash of something on my arm and looked down, seeing a drop of blood. It was at this moment I noticed the shards of glass shattered over the table and across the floor.

Chloe had broken her drinking glass...with my face.

Gorilla jumped into action not three seconds later. My bicep was grabbed and I was hauled from the room. I didn't have time to so much as look at Chloe, although I was sure if I did I would have seen nothing but anger in her eyes. It wouldn't be until after she cooled down that she would realize what she had done, and it would be even more time before she actually thought to apologize for it.

I felt my butt hit the firm, yet comfortable seat of my car, but couldn't remember following the path that led outside. The engine started with a whir and we were off. Obviously moving at a speed way above the limit.

I didn't have the energy to ask Gorilla to slow down, or explain that all the jostling was making the shrapnel that still clung to my cheek shift uncomfortably. I didn't have the energy to tell my bodyguard that I wasn't going to die if he moved slower…. And I didn't have the energy to shout a warning before we collided with a large truck in front of us.

The last thing I remember before my world turned to silence, was a screech. Then the smell of burning rubber.

Nothing before this is accessible to me either. My mind is purely filled with these two senses; playing and replaying the noise over and over, tickling my nose with the smell that I was beginning to hate. I couldn't think, couldn't feel, couldn't hear, see, move. I was trapped within a veil of reality that held nothing for me but an ongoing track.

That is, until I saw a light.

It was small and white, a brilliant glow that cut through the fog clouding my mind. The switch ignited my body, and I functioned once more.

Sounds, lights, and voices flooded my senses. The scent of lemon and toxic chemicals saturated the air. Pounding from a sudden indistinguishable clatter plagued my mind. Blowing through one ear and out the other; deafening, but at the same time just as unbearable as nothing.

"...hear me?" words finally formed amid the din.

I tried to nod, but my head refused to move. I didn't even want to attempt talking. The sluggishness wasn't fading and anything I said was sure to come out sounding garbled.

I heard something about getting a doctor, then a woman turned back to me. Her face had a gentle smile that pulled up the corners of her lips, her dark hair was tied tightly back in a strict bun. Yet, even with her kind face, the thing that calmed me most were her eyes. Her piercing green eyes, that looked so much like my own….like my mothers. They brought me back to times of warmth and fun, times when I could be myself, times when I had someone to rely on. I wouldn't mind dying if it brought me back to her.

"Hey, hey. Can you try to stay awake for me?" a sweet voice crooned.

But there was a voice in the back of my mind that was far more insistent. A voice that when paired with the eyes before me made up the most angelic person. I wanted so badly to see her again, to actually see her. To be held in a warm embrace and smell the undaunted scent of summer lilacs. To run through open fields, roll through patches of mud. Play without worry. Love without pain. Live without loneliness.

Love

And peace.

And warmth.

And comfort.

Home.

And that's that. I hope you enjoyed this quick one-shot. Feel free to let me know what you think in a review, PM works too.

Thank you!