ログインEVE She tilts her head, letting a tear drop but wiping it from her face before it fully falls. She laughs it off, picking up the knife sitting next to the cake holder and bringing it up to the dessert, cutting a slice and putting it onto a plate."Hold onto her, Alex, because I may just kidnap her and bring her to New Zealand with me," she teases, sliding the plate over to me. "I think I'll miss you the most." Nicolas flicks her on the arm, scoffing."Forget I ever agreed to house sitting. I hope your plants die." Alex takes a handful of almonds that sit in one of the appetizer glasses, flinging it at him.I smile at the way the three interact."In all seriousness though, Nancy, I hope you find your áme out there," There's that word again. "And whenever you're ready to come back, whether that be in three months or three years, we'll beright here waiting for you.”She cuts slices of cake for everyone else, and the night is eclipsed by this bittersweet feel
EVE I took a deep breath, brushing off thenon-existent lint off the long velvet sleeves of my dress, and straightened my shoulders. Grabbing the handle of the door, I pulled it open and walked inside, the smell of coq au vin and calvados hitting my nose and making the hunger that sat in my stomach ten times worse. I then noticed how different the place had looked since the last time I came here, although that had been in the daytime.Beingeam dark out already, the place went from a brunch-time bistro to a candlelit rendezvous for honeymooners. There were strands of little lights covering as many spaces as they could, resembling fireflies and making up the majority of the light in the room aside from thengolden wall sconces. A slow stirring tune, something that sounded like Des croissants de Soleil filled my ears, being sung by a woman. I looked around, finding the voice sitting on top of a piano at the back of the room, a man playing below her.I then sh
EVEThe first time I walked the streets of Paris, I was looking for a part of me.Something I wouldn't find back in California, in the shelter of my little town, one that's only crowded by predictability. Something fresh, new, and exciting, maybe even overwhelming. I was the kind of kid that wanted to be kicked into thisworld, not coddled.I craved a life that hadn't been clouded by the ideas of my parents, and the lives they wished they lived versus the ones they did. I knew what it meant to sacrifice, I had watched the definition of it ever since I was brought into this world, but that didn't mean I had to learn how to regret too. Because just like the majority of people on this earth, just like my parents, my regret was in the shape of everything I didn'tdo.I always pursued something, even if I knew I'd only be invested for the time being, and I realized early on in my life that everything I ever did was like thebutterfly effect.If I didn't quit dancing when I was six because
ALEX I remember the look on her face when I told her I was leaving Paris, and.how it felt like the kind of wound that would leave the nastiest scar when it healed if it ever did. We sat on that living room floor for hours that night, too caught up in the silence to ever look each other in the eyes and make sense of the whole thing.I shouldn't have waited. I should've told her right away when I found out that I was getting let go. But she deserved a place here more than anyone, and I couldn't come clean about the very thing that would've torn her away from it all.The girlI met all those months ago isalso quite brash. She wouldn't haveallowed me to go through with mydecision if she knew I took the fall.She would've marched her ass to HR,and demanded they fire her instead. Itwould hrt her equally as much, but she isn't a mouse. She'd find a way to make sure the world fully collapsed on her before it did anyone else. The girl isnoble that way. Sometimes,
EVEI woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me.How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.Looking over to his side of the bed, which laid empty, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, knocking down a folded piece of paper that had been set up beside a bottle of painkillers along with a glass of water. Picking up the note, I read.Stay in bed, I'm making breakfast.Here's something for the ache.Then, we'll talk. I promise.Beaming at the note as he was right, my body had been quite sore after last night's adventures and then some. I popped open
EVE“I'll be right behind you” he said, it's been twelve days already. repeating my words, and giving me back the hope I thought I had lost that night back in Avignon. We stood in that parking lot, and it only took noless than five minutes. Five minutes for the crushing weight that suffocated me every night for the past month to disappear. Five minutes for me to look at him and realize that I'd always find my way back to him. Five minutes to recognize that without him, I didn't make sense.These past twelve days, I contemplated.The Alex I had met months ago, His steps were always calculated. The man went through life with extreme caution, making sure that everything was planned out exactly how he wanted it to be. Required it to be. A man that exercises control to that extent, both in and out the bedroom, doesn't slip up. He's thorough, paying close attention to any technicalities. All of that seemed to cease to exist since I left him there.He hasn't called
EVEThe act of begging shows little to no mercy.It is based on everything fear, agony,and hopelessness as those who findthemselves in such a desperate positionare hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or ph
EVEThe air stills a bit and so does our breathing but the look in Alex's eyes doesn't follow. It's a simple question, ano-brainer, and I have no clue whyhe'd overthink this."For winter break? I'd absolutely love to," I reply, giving him a genuine smile. He doesn't return
ALEXWhile he could spend hours, days even, listing off the many things he admired about the girl sleeping silently.Wrapped up in his bedsheets, therewould always be some kind of obstaclethat kept Alex from ever etching those sentiments in stone.Physical obstacle-no, not
EVE Final lectures before midterms, never-ending nights at the museum, and the occasional 2am rendezvous with Alex. It's been yet another asked this question, no one chooses to stay. Although, I made the decision of moving thousands of miles away from home so I can'tblame t







