Here He Goes {JONNOR}

{3} Bonjour Paris

~Jude's POV~

Lucky for us Connor took French in high school. I took Spanish.
"The guy says I'm lucky to have a sexy boyfriend."
Connor translated.
"Really? Well tell him I'm the lucky one."
Connor said something making the guy chuckle and hand is the Rose.
"The white rose symbols love that will last."
"Isn't that the red rose?"
I asked as Jude handed me the rose with the thorns off.
"Uh..no the white."
Connor chuckled nervous I laughed pecking his lips. As my free hand took his so we could walk along the streets of Paris. The moon was out above the dark sky. I loved the moon when it was full and filled with stars.

~Connor's POV~

I sat next to Jude as he placed the white rose in his lap. I saw him watch the night sky.
"You believe we all stay in sky when we die or we relive another life?"
Jude asked still looking up.
I took his hand in mine.
"Well my mom taught me to be a Christian meaning we die and go to God."
Jude looked at me smiling.
"So you believe that?"
"Sorta. Maybe if we are good enough people God gives us another chance to live again as someone new..but if we're bad we go to hell."
Jude looked at the sky.
"I think we live many lives each of ourselves is like our old self. And birthmarks is what killed us in our past life."
I moved closer to him kissing his cheek.
"So the one on your bum is from some guy cutting you?"
Jude looked at me laughing then pushed me lightly making me laugh. The rose fell so I bent down picking it.
"As soon as you pick a flower it slowly starts to die just like love."
I looked up at Jude.
"What you mean?"
"When you find someone to love it's harder to say goodbye so you don't want to die slowly.."
"Jude what's with you? This is Paris not the death skull day?! Mariana getting to you?"
Jude rubbed his nose shaking his head no.
"No. It's just I'm thinking. Mom almost died during breast surgery so she didn't won't to die for her love. But she was picked to have it. Like this rose was picked from the man. He took it from a garden just for it die. While it could of stayed and lived longer."
Jude looked at me.
"Sorry."
I smiled little leaning down.
"Nothing is going to come between us. My love for you is like a rose too I won't ever want to leave you. Even if you are poky around the edges. I still love you."
I leaned down taking Jude's hands to my face. His hands cupped my face.
"I love you Connor."
"And I love you Jude."
We kissed on that bench that night in Paris with the full moon and bright stars out. When we started leaving the park Jude took our flower. Bent down and put it in the ground.
"For the rose to grow bigger with love not dying on our trip."
I kissed him again by the rose I saw him that night happy that the rose was going to live with the other flowers. Even if the rose was odd one out in the garden, it would live.