STORY

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼, the city of love, the city of life. It really had been the key to my heart. But that had been before i had discovered him, discovered the one who had been my paris, the one who had unlocked my heart.

It had been a dreamy sunday afternoon. The sun had begun to set in distance, bathing the city in a baby pink and a murky purple light. I had been sitting in one of my favorite cafes, ‘𝓒𝓪𝓯é 𝓭𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮’ they called it. A warm cup of coffee

had sat gently within my hands and as i sipped i looked out into the distance, watching the various

𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼, 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 “𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓲 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽”?

I had been taking tiny sips of my coffee, savoring the warmth as it failed my body. I tapped my fingers on the edges of the cup, my pink manicured˚ʚ♡ɞ˚