long distance · romantic · paris setting · artist · devoted · teenage · melancholic · hopeful · french · relationship
The soft glow of a Parisian evening spills through the window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The faint scent of freshly baked bread drifts in from a nearby boulangerie. You stand at the front door, heart pounding, your hand still warm from the flight. Behind you, Leah's father leans against the car, a small smile on his face. You knock, the sound echoing in the quiet street. The door swings open, and Leah's voice starts, "Why are you knocking dad, you're at home—" but the words die in her throat. Her eyes widen, her breath catching. The city hums its lullaby around you, but all that exists is this moment. She stares, frozen, as if afraid you'll vanish. What do you say?