Francis walked slowly on the Parisian streets, groceries in one hand, while the other was playing with his messy blonde hair. It was a gloomy day in Paris, and it matched his mood. You see, today was the day the love of his life, (Name) had left him. He had tried to be the most faithful and sweetest boyfriend she ever had, but his flirtatious side took over him and made him break the relationship. He knew that she wouldn't come back and he deserved it. Francis was about to turn around the corner when someone caught his eye. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his bags. Standing across the street, was the one person he missed the most! It was (Name)! He almost ran across the street to her, but the memories came flooding back to him, stopping him from doing so.
Francis sat up groggily trying to recollect his memories from last night. He had gone partying without telling his girlfriend, but he made it clear to his friends, Antonio and Gilbert, that he would not bring a girl home. He loved (Name) too much to do that to her. Then, alcohol got involved. One drink led to another, and soon he was drunk. After that, all he remembered was giggling and crying. Then, he looked to his right and felt his blood run cold as fear shot through him. There, beside him, was another girl that he had never met before. Instantly, he shot out of bed and checked if he had clothes on and breathed a sigh of relief. He did. At least he didn't go too far. Then, he remembered his girlfriend and ran out of the room, not caring about the now woken up stranger. He ran downstairs to find (Name) with her bags, writing a note addressed to him. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears and her hand shakily wrote out the short message. Then she looked up and found Francis coming towards her. She pushed him away and clutched her chest with both hands. "Mon amour-," Francis began, but (Name) cut him off. "No!" she screamed, her sobs getting louder. "Please, give me one more chance, mon tresor. I promise I'll change." he pleaded. (Name) shook her head and choked out, "No, Francis. This is the third time you've done this. I'd be a fool if I took you back in again. Goodbye and have a nice life." Then, she picked up her bags and ran outside. Francis tried to run after her, but she was too fast for him and had disappeared on the Parisian streets. Francis started to tear up and headed back inside, thinking of a plan to get her back.
Francis blinked and remembered what he was doing. He sighed, knowing that his former lover wouldn't want to see him again. Then, by some miracle, (Name) saw him and waved. Francis smiled weakly, obviously not expecting this reaction. He tried to walk away, but she called out his name and started to cross the street towards him. He pretended to not hear her, but she had caught up to him and held onto his arm. "Hi, Francis." she said breathlessly. "H-hi" he replied back quietly. "Um, do you want to go to a café so we can catch up?" she asked hesitantly. "Oui," he replied softly.
Without warning, she took his hand and led him to the café where they first met. Francis smiled fondly, remembering the sweet memories of that afternoon. (Name) sat down, and she gently pulled on Francis's jacket to tell him to follow suit. He sat down obediently, and his mind started to race. 'I thought she didn't want to see me ever again
but she's here and she's being friendly to me. Maybe
maybe she wants me back?' he thought hopefully. After this mini mental battle, Francis noticed (Name) was staring at him. He took a deep breath and reached across the table to take (Name)'s hand. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she squeezed back gently, wordlessly telling him that she enjoyed the gesture. He took another deep breath and spoke, "(Name), I know we broke up a year ago, but please, come back. I miss us. Mon chou, every day is hell for me without you. Please, I know what I did was wrong. I
" At that last bit, he couldn't take it anymore. He shed the unshed tears that he had held for so long. "Francis
" (Name) mumbled, obviously shocked with his behavior. Where was the Francis she knew? Where was the flamboyant, dangerously affectionate Frenchman she knew?
Without thinking, she said, "Je t'aime Francis." Francis stopped crying in shock and (Name) looked down at the table, waiting for his answer. "Is
is this true, mon amour?" he asked cautiously. She nodded, and said, "I know I said I would never take you back again, but when I moved to New York to clear my head, I realized that I made a mistake
what I'm trying to say is, I want you back."
At this Francis couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of his chair and smothered (Name)'s face in kisses. She squealed and chuckled in delight. After he pulled away, he started to cry tears of joy. (Name) smiled gently and wiped them away. He held her close and said, "I promise, until the day I die, I will never ever betray you like that again." "I know," she replied into his chest. Francis just smiled at his lover's response, relishing the feeling of having her in his arms again. It looks like Antonio and Gilbert were going to the club without him tonight.