Breathing deeply, I finally spoke to him. Softly, my voice wavering slightly, giving away the emotions trying to crash to the surface,
"I'm glad you're awake… Papa." God that word was difficult to say. "I'll come visit again tomorrow."

I think he and I both knew that wasn't the case. I turned quickly so that I wouldn't have to gaze into those beautiful sapphire eyes anymore, and I unsteadily walked out of the room. Shutting the door gently, so that the only sound made was the small snick of the tongue sliding back into place, I saw Francois still staring at me through the window. I knew my distance hurt him. But I knew that if I didn't distance myself from him, I wouldn't be able to live through this.

I had to leave this country. I couldn't stay here, not when our memories were shadows creeping along the buildings.

I walked slowly, numbly along the streets. I passed a park bench. The one that Francois had called me out to in the middle of a rain storm to, to kiss me and give me a single red rose. I passed a church. The one where Francois had dragged me to, to celebrate his Christmas mass. He had clasped my hand and sung the hymns with such a clear, beautiful voice that I almost believed that I had one of Heaven's own angels standing next to me. I passed a small brook. The one where he serenaded me under the light of a blue moon, and where we made sweet sensual love for the first time.

All of these beautiful memories. All such tender moments. All that he wouldn't remember.

The crushing pain in my chest almost exploded. I fell backwards against a brick building, brought my knees to my chest, and I wept.

All of the anguish and the pain that I was feeling burst through it's dam, and I couldn't do anything to control it. Tears rolled steadily down my face, until I was bled dry. All I could do was sob dryly.

I don't know how long I sat there, trying to regain control over myself, but when I did, it was twilight. This time of day was always beautiful in Paris. Francois and I would always sit and watch the sunset with a bottle of wine between us. Never speaking, just sitting in comfortable silence, watching the beauty of nature falling asleep.

And that is just what I did. I sat and watched the day die. I thought about all of the memories and experiences that I had with Francois, and tried not to dwell on the fact that I might never have that again.


I know, this chapter is a bit shorter, but I have a plan for the next. And I should have done this, but to RIVILvFv: You rock. :3 Thank you.

Thoughts on this one?