Novel & Cerita Dazai X Eiffel Tower

I booked myself a true luxury tour of Erope. Under the Aiffel Tower in Pari, I took a photo and posted it on my Instagram. The caption read: [Better late than never!] The dead weight was gone. My life was just about to begin.

༺RAYNE༻ “And this, mes amis, is the iconic Eiffel Tower, the iron lady of Paris. Built for the World's Fair in 1889, she was meant to be temporary but she has become a permanent fixture in our city's skyline. And isn't she just breathtaking?” The tour guide, Noemi, booms with pride as she leads us to the tower, gesturing at it. She's a tall woman, her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, showcasing her heart-shaped face. Her bright red lips curve into a charming smile. She's seemingly younger than I am but barely. I gaze up at the landmark in awe, feeling so tiny in comparison, my eyes lighting up like the twinkling lights in the tower itself. Liam's standing next to me but he doesn't se

Exhaustion starts to settle in though, just as my eyes droop close and I stifle a yawn bright lights flash against my closing lids, I sit up and force them open. I fall in love immediately with the image before me, the Eiffel tower is sparkling with white lights as compared the that standard gold. I take a minute to realize that Xander has also risen and is watching the show with me, a few "awws" come from the other people around. I swear the pictures and the videos does this no justice, it seems perfect in every way. "It's so gorgeous," I whisper to no one exactly. For some reason it just has me captivated, for no specific reason but I am.

This man has such a calming energy. It's dark when we get to The Eiffel Tower. It's a gorgeous tower with glowing lights. Just like the huge crowd of people, we stand and stare at the historic wonder. Damien buys chocolate icecream on the street and passes me my cone. I groan when a little icecream stains my dress. Damien laughs as he takes pictures of me in frustration. I show him the middle finger and he takes a picture of that too. "You are so cute." He gushes, laughing.

It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, and I felt like a princess in Alessandro's embrace. "It's more beautiful than I imagined," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the city's hum. Alessandro smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I know, right? I wanted to share this moment with you, to create a memory that would last a lifetime." We stepped onto the observation deck, the wind whipping at our clothes as we took in the breathtaking vista. The Eiffel Tower, once a symbol of industrial progress, now stood as a testament to love and dreams.

"Excuse me, Young Mistress Harrington. The Eiffel Tower is indeed a spectacular marvel, but it feels remarkably impolite of me to completely ignore a woman as stunning as yourself sitting all alone at this open-air café," an incredibly deep, sophisticated baritone voice suddenly broke the afternoon serenity.

The aroma of freshly baked bread and butter drifted from nearby bakeries, mixing with the smell of roasted coffee beans. "So this is Paris..." It felt unreal. She smiled unconsciously. For the first time in months, her shoulders felt lighter. Eventually she saw it. Towering proudly against the evening sky, the Eiffel Tower. Her steps slowed until she finally stopped. The famous landmark looked far more magnificent than every photograph she had ever seen. Golden lights slowly illuminated the structure as dusk settled over the city. Cynthia simply stood there. She forgot about the people walking around her. She forgot about the cold breeze brushing against her cheeks.

he asked after pulling away, his hand still holding mine, my body still pressed against his and I could only nod in reply. " It is almost night and I don't want our first date to end until we see the city lit up. " he said as he turned a corner, the Eiffel tower in the distance, its lights on and its beauty shining through the dark. " I hope you brought a camera with you. " he said and i shook my head, not understanding. " You will need one. " He replied and then I noticed it. The beautiful view of the tower in the background, the sun setting in the horizon and the river reflecting the orange rays.

Everything felt alive at night—the cafes glowing with amber light, soft laughter echoing down the alleys, the distant hum of jazz floating through open windows. When we finally reached the tower, I just stood there in awe. The Eiffel Tower at night is something that can’t be captured in pictures or described in words. It’s light, it’s magic, it’s romance wrapped in iron and gold. He pulled me closer. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I said, but I wasn’t looking at the tower anymore. I was looking at him. I didn’t say it out loud, but at that moment, I knew.

"Every day I think I'll adjust to it and every day I don't." "Good," she said, tilting her head up to look at me. "Don't adjust. I want you dazzled the whole two weeks." "Mission accomplished, then." She smiled and settled her head against my chest again, and we finished out the song like that, wrapped up in each other beneath low lights and slow horns, in absolutely no hurry to be anywhere else in the world. *** Skye's POV The Eiffel Tower at night was almost too much to take in all at once—the whole structure lit gold against the dark sky, glittering every hour on schedule like the entire city had agreed to hold its breath together for five minutes at a time.