A/N: sorry this one took so long. I have been selfishly sleeping in. Please read, enjoy and leave a review.
Dean was walking the streets alone. Ted had told him that he would be on his own a few hours earlier as he would be taking Laura out to dinner instead. And so Dean had been wandering around Paris just thinking: thinking so deep he hadn't even notice it get dark.
He though back to his conversation that night at the bar with Ted. He knew his answer was still right. But he couldn't help but feel guilty. Like he was betraying Bridgett…
He shook his head. That wasn't true. She had left him. She had broken his heart. She hadn't spoken a single word to him, or even let him know she was alive since that day…
Colette on the other hand… She understood what it was to have her heart broken and to be abandoned by the people she loved. And there was something about her that was so genuine, unlike Bridgett had ever been. In fact, although he wouldn't say it out loud, he could picture himself growing old with Colette, perhaps children and then grandchildren…
