The days leading up to Ethan’s departure passed too quickly for Amélie’s liking. They spent every spare moment together, savoring the time they had left in Paris. Each kiss, each conversation, each shared glance carried a bittersweet undertone, knowing that soon, everything would change.
The night before Ethan was set to leave for Rome, they met by the Seine. The city was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, and the river shimmered under the moonlight. It was their favorite spot, the place where they had first connected, and now, it would be the place where they said goodbye—at least, for now.
Ethan held her close, his arms wrapped around her as they stood by the water’s edge. “I’m going to miss this,” he said softly. “Miss you.”
Amélie pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’m going to miss you too,” she whispered.
He pulled back slightly, looking down at her. “But this isn’t the end, Amélie. I promise. We’ll talk, we’ll make plans. I’ll come back, and we’ll pick up right where we left off.”
She nodded, though a small part of her worried about how things would change while they were apart. Still, she wanted to believe in him, in them. She wanted to trust that what they had built was strong enough to withstand the distance.
“I’ll be waiting,” she said softly, her voice steady even though her heart ached.
Ethan smiled, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “I’m not going to let you go that easily.”
With one final kiss, they stood together in the quiet of the night, holding on to each other and the love they had found. And as the lights of Paris sparkled around them, Amélie knew that this was just another chapter in their story—one that was far from over.
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A Parisian Love Story
RomanceIn the city of love, where every corner whispers stories of passion, heartbreak, and serendipity, Amélie wandered, unaware that her own tale was about to begin. Paris had always been her muse, its cobblestone streets and timeless skyline fueling her...
