This time I had a plan. I wasn’t going to get lost in the movie scene he funded, or swoon and stay frozen in that long awaiting embrace. I couldn’t forget my broken tears because his arms were so strong around my waist. Instead in those seconds of silence, the calm of his light eyes, I would look up, move in,
and ask him –
“We’re you with anyone in Paris?”
His silence, chuckle, then obvious frown, will be my final slaughter. Funny how despite knowing my plan would need weeks or months to get to, I already tasted his answer and continued to chase his poison.