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Chapter 6

(Shortish chapter, sorry!)

Desperate to get away from the handsome yet rude stranger, I walk quickly through the streets towards the river.

Once I'm sure that I've left the man far behind, I'm able to walk freely. I was so busy trying to get away from him that I lost track of where I was going.

I'm on the lock bridge.

Thousands of padlocks are hooked onto the wires of the bridge. Couples all around are hugging and kissing, adding their own permanent love locks onto the bridge. Their happiness bothers me as I walk down towards the other end of the bridge.

I pick out a random lock, taking it between my fingers. Written in fadded sharpie are the names James and Katerina- 1963.

In my head, I give the two people faces. I picture two French lovers, securing their everylasting love by adding a lock to a bridge and throwing the key in the water.

A man plays an accordion, and I throw a euro into his case.

I hurry off of the bridge, walking to the other side of the river for the first time since I've been here. The streets in front of me look the same as the ones on the other side of the river, and I take a quick glance behind me at the Eiffel Tower before continuing on.

The first store I find is a pet store. It's entirely outside, and birds fly in cages, chattering loudly. Kids play with them, letting them walk on their hands.

I continue on, but the sensation of my phone buzzing causes me to stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Adella, where are you?" The melodic sound of Harry's voice rings in my ears.

I sigh. "Sightseeing."

"And where would that be?" Through the phone, I can hear the sound of a door shutting in the background.

"Paris." I shurg, even though he can't see the motion.

He's walking down the stairs. "Where in Paris?" His voice has turned suddenly raspy.

"Somewhere." I say, hanging up on him.

I come to a chocolate store, where I buy some fancy carmels for myself. As I continue on my own tour, I come across a park, where I sit to enjoy my candy.

My phone lights up again, reading the same number from a few moments ago.

"Hmm?"

"Where the fuck are you?" Harry asks.

"Like I told you, somewhere." I pop another carmel in my mouth.

"Christ Adella, just tell me where you are."

"I don't feel like seeing you right now, so no."

He groans in frustration. "I want to talk about what happened,"

The idea of talking to Harry excites me, but I quickly shoo the emtotion from my head, remembering what happened only last night.

"I don't think that is a good idea."

"Where are you?" He persits.

I look at the street sigh to the left, telling him the address.

"Finally." He hangs up.

The exact last thing that I should be doing is talking to Harry. The affect that he has on me is extremely annoying. His orphic attitude makes me insane, and I never know what to expect from him. One of the first things he told me when we talked is that I like to be in control. At the time, I didn't believe him, but as I think about it, he's right. He's so alluring and he keeps me guessing, and that leads me to want to control his actions, even though I can't.