There was a boy. -Paris-

This goes to *L, hope you like this one. ;*.



He had come here on a business trip with a colleague, had kept a grim face all together through the trip, he did not care to be reminded of luxuries and places he was not to see or have.

He had a practical mindset, he did not want to go there, did not want to play the part of the traveling waif, he would rather stay in his desert country and steer away from things he was not to know.

But...

Deep down he thought.

Why not?

And so he had come.
By god, he had wanted to see it.

And when he had arrived surrounded by picturesque streets, a cloudy sky without the glare of the sun, tree's on every bend, he became energetic.

Suddenly the nonchalant mood he was in melted away and he could only smile wistfully at the beauty that surrounded him.

Since it had been a long flight and he was not one to sit in a hotel room and anticipate tomorrow, he decided to come out and break out of his jet lag.

Walking down elegant pathways, bends, and down numerous shops he stopped to look up at one the mannequins that looked back at him through the window enticing him to come in.
he lit his cigarette, placed it firmly between his lips, and placed his hands in his pockets, thinking that the dress would probably look nice on his nagging little sister, she'd probably give him a thrashing for coming back empty handed anyways.

Figuring he should get the dreaded business of going shopping over with, he was about to just do that, when he heard a sharp intake of breath on his right.
Idly he glanced at the intruder then he turned again, not believing his eyes.

No.
It couldn't be.

Slowly gulping back his surprise he turned at her fully, his cynic mind quickly registering her changed appearance, gone was his curly haired bookworm and in her place was something other...

She never wore her hair up like that, a tight ponytail that swept her hair back exposing her angelic face, she was dressed in a matching dress and spring coat.
he thought she looked endearing, how she stood there, her hands in her pockets looking at him like he was death come to break through her perfect world, how fitting he thought, how she wore white and he had come in black just as she had left him to be.

Sorry darling.

He looked at her and finally around her taking in what she had accomplished, well, she had always known what she had wanted, he had always liked that about her.

But when he finally looked back into her eyes, he found her shaking, her own dark heavy lashed eyes staring at him searchingly, terrified.
Like a deer caught in the headlights.

He almost gave away a smile of satisfaction at having her finally thwarted, but she had looked so defeated that he slowly turned his icy stare to soften.

But it was too late she had already ran away.