Bring Me Back B.a. Paris Novels & Stories

The air smelled faintly of old wood and the flowers the servants had placed in the hall this morning. But my chest… My chest still hurt. Why? Why did hearing Lillian’s name bring back something I thought I buried? I pressed my palm flat over my heart. “Don’t,” I murmured to myself. Don’t go back. Don’t feel. Don’t remember. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Tomorrow… I would return to Paris. Tomorrow… I would hug my boys again. And tomorrow… I would forget this feeling all over again.

Death Is Just the Beginning Upon Your Return - Episode 15 Hours afterward, as she pushed through a crowd of men and women with her maid and her driver Pierre lugging two baskets behind them, Rosalie pointed to an amber-colored fruit. “From Spain, Mademoiselle. Shall we?”

he said with a wink, adjusting his suit. We hugged like it hadn’t been ten years since boarding school. Come.... I lead him away from where I stood We sat under the pergola with wine, old music floating in the background. Adrian leaned closer. “I just got back from Paris,” he said. “But something crazy happened a week ago.” I took a sip of my drink. “Crazy how?” Hmmm... Just stuff and stuff Hmmph... Grayson murmured “Still remember how to play chess?” he teased.

“Just planning something.” “Should I be nervous?” she teased. “No,” I said softly. “But you should pack.” Her eyebrows rose. “Pack?” “We're going on a trip.” She blinked. “Where?” I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Paris.” Her body tensed in my arm for a second. “Michael..” “I know,” I said quickly, turning her to face me. “I know what Paris means to you. Or what it used to mean. And I'm not trying to erase that. I just…I want to give it back to you. But in a better way this time.”

he asked. Adrain chuckled. “Not quite. We’ve been here before.” “Ah,” the man said knowingly. “Then it is a return. Paris always remembers its lovers.” Elena glanced at Adrain. “Do you think she’ll remember us?” “She’d better,” he said. “We gave her one of our best chapters.” The driver smiled, merging onto a quiet boulevard.

It was painful but this was the only path for us. My phone beeped and I looked at the message, my heart drumming in guilt. Kris: I’m back. Alvin says hi.

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

He linked his arms around my waist and I awkwardly placed mine on his arm. He breathed softly into my hair and then pressed my head against his chest and murmured something along the lines of 'i missed you'. I moved my arms around his midriff and pulled tighter. It was like we were transported back to the day I was leaving for Abuja. We hugged like we wouldn't see each other again, and my parents had to pull us apart. "I really missed you." I whispered and was sure he heard me because he kissed my hair. "I missed you more Fey."