La Tragedie De L'Amour Book I: STORM

I stared at the sight in front of me. The city lights, the people and the vehicles that looked like toys from where I am standing. I shivered as the cold breeze of Paris kissed my skin. I can feel the cold air embraces me.
I looked up to stop my tears from falling. I sniffed. I am not crying. This is just because of the cold wind. I bitterly smiled.
This is Paris. I've been dreaming to be here. And here I am now.
I hold myself back and try not to cry. But my eyes just can't hold my tears anymore. The tears start to flow freely. I cry as hard as I can, this is what I need right now. A long, hard cry..