The Broken One

Chapter 16

SAM POV

It was undeniably beautiful. It was possibly, no defiantly, the most amazing thing that I had ever seen in my entire life. I half expected it to be a bore after all of the supposedly over exaggerated things that I had heard, but no. The Eifel Tower had certainly managed to exceed my expectations and had taught me that all of the posts on social media weren't just posers looking for attention. I actually understood why you'd want to share stuff like this with everyone else you knew. If I had anyone to impress then I'd be posting the crap out of it too.

If I thought that seeing the tower from the ground level was something impressive then this was something from a completely different world. It was purely mesmerizing. 

"Woah...." I murmured breathlessly- still astounded by the sight before my eyes.

My eyes were fixated on the breath-taking scene in front of us. It was so much more beautiful in at night with all of it's sparkling light's- glowing under a navy blue canopy of sky. It was late so the area was a lot quieter than it ever would have been during the day. However there were still a few romantic couples sat drinking champagne and eating bites of food, some performers serenading them with their music. It was like something out of a movie.

"You like it?"

I turned towards Nathan who was already facing me with a look that I couldn't quite decipher, yet there was still something unfamiliar about making eye contact with him that made my heart swell within my chest.

"Like it? I love it. How could you not?"

I laughed slightly, under the intoxicating spell of the beautiful land mark. I noticed how Nathan's gorgeous eyes captured the glimmer of the lights- making them glisten too. 

Although I had meant what I said, I couldn't imagine anyone disliking such a tranquil and pretty scene. It was perfect in every way- completely flawless without a single imperfection.

This was our last day (or night) that we had to spend in Paris. Tomorrow we would hop on a plane and fly back to the one destination that I was scared of. Home. All week Nathan had been working to make me feel happier and just cheer up my mood, it had worked for the most part but I was still dreading returning to my absolutely awful reality. But then again, at least once I got back I could get my hands on my drugs again, I could feel myself begin to loose patience by waiting for a much needed hit.

And I hated referring to that place as my home. A home should be a place where you feel safe and loved. When I pictured the word home, I wanted to think of warmth and family but instead my mind racked up old memories of pain and suffering. In reality, I suppose that I actually didn't have a home. Not a real one, at least.

Nathan's house was the closest thing that I had to a home. Inside there, I felt safe and cared for. I even felt happy and completely weightless whenever I was there. Or perhaps it was just him that made me feel that way. Him who made me feel as if I was the only thing that mattered and everything else was simply a prop in our somewhat perfect world. In my dreams, the two of us are like a princess and her prince charming. However soon I knew that the bubble that was my fairytale was about to burst. 

We'd have to resume to normal life soon. Nathan had an actual family, he couldn't let me stay at his home forever. Yet I managed to keep myself out of complete depression with the thought that his parents wouldn't be back for another five days once we returned so that left plenty of time for us to sort out an arrangement, even if it was just temporary for the time being. 

I drew myself out of my worrisome thoughts, looking back to the boy next to me instead.

"Come, I have something to show you."