How Stars Fled Paris

Chapter 3

This is the ending of the story- please enjoy reading:)

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Very soon we're packed into the cramped underground metro station. Lily leads me silently to a quiet spot underneath some stairs. I sit down. I close my eyes and try to slow down the beating of my heart, which by now is pounding as loud as fireworks. I hear sobbing and screaming and my eyes fly open. I turn my head to the left to see the source of the sound. I see little children, about four of them, clinging to a mother whose face has worry written all over it. I can't blame her. I'm sure I look the same.

I sigh. This is not how I expected Paris to be. I almost feel betrayed, like this is some cruel trick the French play on all their tourists. Paris was meant to be perfect! It just looked so beautiful, the lights sparkling, unlike these bright lights in the metro station; they're just blinding. I instantly regret this thought as the lights go out again. There are screams all around me. It's funny how things can be so different, so two-faced. I would laugh at this, if I wasn't the one in this nightmare. I feel Lily squirm next to me, then lean her head on my shoulder. Slowly my shoulder starts to become wet. She's given in to fear. Soon I'm crying too. I feel Lily's arm around me and as I hug her back, light is brought back into our two-faced world again, although this time by exploding bombs.