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The next morning, I woke up with a feeling of happiness. Then came the regret. I mean, I was ENGAGED, for Pete's sake! And Fabian had a girlfriend. They were both living, breathing people with emotions and stuff. And we were technically cheaters.

Cheater.

The word rang in my ears. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

I never had any sympathy for cheaters- whether it was for tests or relationships. Either way, they only hurt themselves and other people.

And now I was one.

Since my first attempt at sightseeing had resulted in an injury, we were going together. It looked nice out, with the snow only on the corners of buildings and roofs, like in an old-timey movie. The sun was even out, making the snow pure white, and the few clouds were white and puffy.

We grabbed our jackets, and got in Fabian's car. We were going to a cemetary first, one called the Père Lachaise.

"Aren't cemetaries old and sad?" I asked.

"Not this one," He promised. "You'll love this. I think."

He turned the radio up a bit, and some music came on. It was from "our time," when Katy Perry and Ke$ha and Lady Gaga were really popular, instead of that girl who's name I always forget, who was apperantly "in."

Anyway, we listened to that for a minute before he pulled up by a curb. We got out and walked toward the main enterance.

After walking through the enterance- a huge, white stone archway- we were looking at the graves.

There were hundreds, possibly thousands. Each was unique. We saw a few with statues, most of people, but there were a few differant things, like a huge book, a person laying down on and holding a human-like head. We also saw Oscar Wilde's grave, which was covered in lipstick marks shaped like lips.

There were a lot of people there, but the place was so big that we were all spaced out.

It was really nice, and yes romantic, as we walked alone on the gray stone path, with the headstones and sculptures on either side, never in the way.

"You're right, I do love this," I sighed.

"I had a feeling you would," He slipped his hand into mine. I smiled.

"Cemetaries usually make me want to cry, but this one... it's differant." I gripped his hand and we continued to walk, the wind whispering through the empty tree branches.

After we left the cemetary we went to a small cafe for lunch, then Notre Dame, and then we were supposed to go home.

Except that he passed the turn to go to the apartment, and kept driving.

"Um, Fabian-"

"No, I know where I am."

Wondering what the heck he was thinking, but keeping silent, I settled back into my seat. He passed some more important artifacts, and about four minutes went by before he parked, and I found out what he was thinking.

We were at the Eiffel Tower!

I was leaning on his shouder as both of us took in the view of the glowing lights against the dark night sky. I loved how it was always changing, yet always staying the same. We were at the the top of the building, where you could see everything in the City of Love (and lights, but mostly love).

"And I thought New York City was beautiful at night."

"No, Paris beats it by a longshot," Fabian smiled at me. "Especially when you're with the right person."

"And who might that be?" I asked.

"None other than Miss Nina Martin herself." He tilted my chin up and little and kissed me for a second.

"I love you, Nina."

"I love you, too."

So that's where we said our "I love you's," right there on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Could anything be more perfect? Yes, actually. If we were both single, that would have been perfect. Sadly, I wasn't and niether was he.

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~RosePedal51