January 28th 2015:
I've been in Paris for almost a month, and I still haven't found her, but I've found all eighteen notes.
Her last clue was that sunsets through glass was extremely beautiful. Me and Ryan had decided that Sasha's last clue was talking about The Louvre Pyramid.
We found the note three days ago, and have gone everyday, we have a sort of routine, we go to the coffee shop in the morning at eight o'clock until nine o'clock, and then we sit outside the Eiffel Tower for forty minutes, we do that though just to come up with a new plan I guess, and to look at tourists, they're funny.
After that, we go to the museum of history, and we spend the day there, then we visit the home of Mona Lisa, and then we walk around just looking for her, retracing our steps.
The visit to the pyramid though is new though, and we only visit there at the end of the day once we have done everything else, sometimes we get there after the sunset though. We only got there dead on the sunset once but I couldn't see her, I'm not ready to give up hope though.
I turned off the alarm at seven, and got up making my bed, I showered and brushed my teeth before drying my hair and then I chose my clothes out for the day. Today, I'm wearing a long white t-shirt, and some denim jeans and I'll pair it with slip on white vans.
I push the suitcase under the bed and slip on my shoes on, before grabbing the keycard to my room and my phone. I no longer require the use of the dictionary, even Ryan is doing well with French.
I walk down the two flights of stairs and knock on suit four, revealing Ryan in an all black outfit, "Gothic." I comment and he laughs, pulling the door shut behind him.
We bike ride to the coffee shop, and go inside, "Boys! The usual?" The girl from the first day we came here asks.
"Of course." I smile, taking my usual window seat looking at the Eiffel Tower, Sasha has a real eye, Paris is a wonderful city.
Our coffee and croissant's are delivered to our table by the boss, Tony. Not a French name, perfect for a man who is not French. We learned on the nineteenth of January he is from England.
"Still no luck?" He asks siting next to Ryan and opposite me. I shake my head. "She will be found when she wants to be." He tells us. I nod.
"I think I found the last note, it tells us to head for the Louvre Pyramid." I say.
"She mentioned she wanted to go there." He says recalling the times Sasha would enjoy breakfast in his coffee shop. I nod again.
"When are you going?"
"Sunset."
"Sasha was very sentimental, very meaningful. Loved her quirky little quotes." He tells me.
"I know."
"She told me this one, 'Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, everyday can still end beautifully.' I think I just solved your puzzle." He tells me clapping his hands.
"How so?" I ask.
"Everyday can still end beautifully, she wants to go to the pyramid, a structure known so well in Paris for being beautiful at the end of the day, and this must be the end of her notes, the end of her clues." He tells us.
"You're a bright man." Ryan tells him, "It looks as long as we get the the pyramid for sunset, we have a free day Charlie." He says getting excited.
"Yes, it appears so." I smile, "But what if she isn't there?"
"Don't give up!" Tony says, "Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, everyday can end beautifully." He repeats Sasha's words, "You have come so far, do not give up now."
"Well, just presume she isn't there, and it's the end of her clues and I have nothing to go on. What do I do then?" I ask.
"That is something that cannot be answered." He tells me, clapping my shoulder with the inside of his palm, "I wish you the best of luck guys, buts it's nine o'clock now." He informs us and I nod, draining the last of the coffee in my cup and standing.
The rest of the day, me and Ryan did nothing but walk around, we have been to all the best places to site see because Sasha made sure we did with her clues, and we ended up going to the pyramid half an hour before the sun was due to set.
I sat in the white wall and looked through the triangle glass, it broke up the sky beautifully, in many different places and the world just seemed gorgeous.
I lay back and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep.
"Charlie!" Ryan hissed, waking me.
"What?" I asked sitting up and adjusting my eyes to the orange and red sky, "Sunset." I gasp, looking through the pyramid to see the sky be broken up, "Beautiful." I admired it for a few minutes before looking around.
And then I seen that blue book cover, "There." I gasp.
"Sasha?" Ryan asks and I nod, she was sat facing us, on the floor with her legs pulled up to her chest and her back pressed against the wall. Reading a hardback cover of her favourite book, she was dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans, a black off the shoulder shirt that was buttoned up loosely and a black choker.
I stood up and hastily paced to her, "Sasha?" I asked slowly, and her fingers came to the top of the book, folding over the page she was reading I caught a glimpse of her pink painted nails.
She stood up and for the first time in eight months I looked at her, "You found me." Her voice spoke so sweetly and I smiled brightly.
"Of course I did!" I said, she threw her arms around my neck and I picked up spinning her. "Your clues were not easy." I tell her.
"I'm not one to give a easy workload." She tells me, a smirk playing on her lips, "Ryan!" She says smiling and hugging him.
"Sasha?" I ask and she looks back to me, "Why did you leave?"
"Because, in the end we only regret the chances we did not take." She tells me.
"You and your quirky little quotes." I say with a smile playing on my lips as I pressed them against hers, I finally felt whole again.
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The end. I loved writing this short story!
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General FictionCompleted short story. "Why did you leave?" "Because, in the end we only regret the chances we did not take."