The Broken One

Chapter 14

SAM POV 

So far we had spent two fantastic days in the romantic city that was known as Paris, both of which had undeniably been the best two days of my entire life. Every single day was manic- Nathan had everything planned down to the tinniest detail. Yet I wasn't complaining since it only made the trip even more magical. His unbelievably strict time table just allowed us to make the most out of the visit- and it wasn't like we were rushing through it all either. 

We'd visited the Eifel Tower earlier on today and it had been nothing short of spectacular. Sure, it was slightly more populated than I had expected but somehow Nathan had managed to make it feel like we were the only two people there. Even though the place was absolutely swarming with other tourists. I swear that I saw at least six proposals in the hour and a half that we were there.

Whenever I heard of things like this, quaint trips to go and spot land marks and prance around romantic, European cities, I had always scoffed at the thought- thinking that the whole idea was nothing but a cringe worthy waste of money. A cliché. Yet I had recently come to the conclusion that some cliché's were over used for a reason. That reason being that they really were simply perfect. I finally understood the fuss. It was truly magical. 

I wasn't used to this kind of happiness- usually I relied on any drugs that I could get to fill me with this similar weightless feeling, yet two days of fun and freedom alone had been enough to release most of the bottled up tension with in me. It felt great. I suppose that was a relief too. Because of air port security, I obviously hadn't been able to take anything with me. After all, I was a drug addict, not stupid. Besides, the last thing that I wanted to do was ruin Nathan's special trip after everything that he had done for me. It was a miracle that he'd even taken me here in the first place- I still couldn't quite get over that. I suppose in a way, this trip was almost like rehab for me. I had a few gorgeous days to detox and then hopefully things could get better.

The scenery was breathtaking. Unlike America, hardly anything seemed industrial and mechanical. It was all so picture perfect here. The buildings all had a vintage glow about them and even the roads that were swarmed with taxi's looked aesthetic. It would be impossible not to take at least one flawless photo here. 

The fashion was beyond anything that I had ever seen. I was not one to describe myself as a stylish person but that didn't stop me from admiring the clothes that were worn here. It was as if every single street wasn't simply a street but a runway- and the people who walked them were top models. 

And don't even get me started on the food. Every single thing that I had tried since being here was nothing short of incredible. Every bite felt like my taste buds were experiencing an orgasm. Each day Nathan would take us to a brand new restaurant for lunch or dinner. My favorite thing I'd tried so far was by far the pastries that Nathan would always order us for desert. 

In short, I never wanted to leave. But I was aware that eventually everything had to come to an end. 

"God my feet are killing me!"

Nathan chuckled as I flew face first onto my bed. 

"It was worth it though."

I rolled over and sat up on my elbows so that I could show him my gleaming smile. 

"I never said that it wasn't"

Today had involved a lot of walking and I wasn't a top athlete like Nathan so my muscles had certainly taken a hit.

He was correct though, the day had been worth it. I'd seen so much and was willing to suffer the consequences in exchange for the images and memories that were now scorched into my brain for all eternity.