Skip to content
A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.