*Pierre's Point of View*

      I stood in front of her door, holding a single sunflower in my clammy palms. The flower was simple and cute, almost the same vibrant color of her golden hair.

            Almost.

     I wanted to knock, but my nerves took over. I knew Olivia wouldn't be here forever. Olivia wanted to travel the world and be free from relationships. Who was I to hold her down?

      The best I could do was make these last days memorable for her.

      I lightly knocked on the red door and it flung open instantly; I didn't even get to put my hand down by my side, leaving my hand up in mid-air. Olivia stood in front of me, and she was glowing with excitement and curiosity.

     I smiled and held out the flower. "Eager to see me, Blonde?"

     Her cheeks turned pink and she accepted the flower.

     Olivia had on a pair of fitted ripped jeans and a pink and gold striped sweater. I was wearing some jeans as well but had a thick sweatshirt on over my stark white t-shirt.

     I looked back at Olivia as she closed her hotel door, clutching her purse in her hand.

     Damn. She was so beautiful.

     "Ready?" Olivia spoke, breaking my trance. I held out my arm and she grabbed it, practically dragging us to the stairs.

     I could tell she liked my surprises, even if they killed her inside.

     "So. . .  Where are we going?" Olivia pondered. A hint of mischief laced her voice. "Are you taking us someplace to murder me?"

     We laughed and I denied her attempt at a guess. Even if I tried, I could bear to hurt a hair on her pretty head.

     Olivia looked upwards as she thought. Her eyebrows drew together so I knew she was deep in thought. "We are going to the Eiffel Tower?" She tried.

     I looked down and smiled. "You guessed it."

     Her eyes lit up and she gripped my arm tighter. "Really!?"

     I smirked, meeting her ecstatic gaze. "Nope."

     I felt kind of bad as her eyes deflated. I was trying to save that experience for later.

     "Can you tell me? Please?" She pleaded.

     I shook my head 'no' and peered across the street before leading us down the paved road. Olivia still held the sunflower in one hand, and my arm in the other.

     When we arrived at a little green shed, a wave of recognition washed over her face.

     "I've read about this place before," she admitted. "Thank God I'm not going alone."

     A sliver of fear rested on her face, but she still smiled when I glanced back at her. Pulling Olivia closer to my side, I sneakily paid the entrance fee. Olivia tried to split the cost but when she wasn't looking, I had slipped the worker the money. That earned me an annoyed glare from Olivia because I knew it bothered her. In her words, the tickets were "pricey".

     With a nod from the employee, we stepped down the smooth stone stairs and through a black metal door. The paint was starting to peel and the hinges groaned as they moved.

     The entrance to The Catacombs was lined in dusty, red brick. Signs placated the walls explaining the history in immense detail. Unfortunately for Olivia, all the signs were in French, and, as we all know, Olivia wasn't a master at French.

     As we ventured deeper through the murky tunnels, we finally reached the sort of creepy part. Thousands of skulls lined the walls. It was as if their empty socket watched your every move.

     I looked down at Olivia. She was much shorter than Roselyn, so I towered over her quite a bit. Olivia was pressed up against my side and my arm was starting to lose circulation since it was in her death grip. She shivered and I stopped, right there.

     The Catacombs was underground so it was much colder down here than up at the surface in the summer's cool wind.

     "Are you cold, Blonde?"

     She looked up sheepishly. "A little."

     A smile spread across my face and I pulled off my jacket, handing it to her.

     "Oh no, it's okay!" She tried convincing me, but her accent was just too cute.

     I frowned. "I was hot anyway."

     "You are always hot." She mumbled as she grabbed my sweatshirt.

     One thing I had learned was that she wasn't good at hiding her thoughts. Olivia constantly mumbled things under her breath. Most of the time, they were embarrassing things. To me, it was adorable.

     I just can't get over how cute she is.

     Olivia pulled on my jacket and the sleeves fell all the way down to her knees. She stuck back to my side and gripped my hand. I squeezed it in reassurance and we continued through the dark tunnels.

     "Okay," Olivia sighed, breaking the eerie silence. "What do the signs say? I can't speak French, remember?"

     I read a couple quickly and summarized the best I could.

     "In the 1700s, a series of stone mines collapsed and killed over 6 million people. The Catacombs is a memorial for all the people who died in that time."

     Olivia nodded. "I know."

     "Then why did you ask?"

     She chuckled, "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."

     My eyes lit up as an idea formed in my head. I pulled Olivia over to this giant cross that was hanging on the cave's wall. She cried out in protest when I peeled away but looked none the less.

     Once her back was completely turned, I tip-toed down the corridor and hid behind a wide column that was surrounded in skulls. After a few seconds, I heard Olivia's angelic voice bounding of the stone walls.

     "Pierre?"

     I snickered quietly to myself, hoping she wouldn't notice my spot of hiding.

     "Pierre? Where did you go?" Her voice bounced off the walls and I could detect a hint of worry.

     "It's not funny, Pierre!"

     I could feel my face heat up as I suppressed a laugh. Her small footsteps echoed throughout the tunnels.

     She was nearing my hiding spot and I was ready.

     "I am not kidding! Pierre, where did you-"

     "BOO!"

     "OH MY GOD, GOOD LORD!" Olivia screeched jumping back.

     I was clutching my stomach while I laughed as she pummeled me with her light punches.

     "Ow," I cried out. "Why are you hitting me?"

     Olivia looked dumbfounded. Her eyebrows turned down and she slightly scowled. "Are you kidding? You scared the crap out of me!"

     I took a deep breath and straightened my back. "I'm sorry, Blonde."

     "Are you?" She asked, raising a brow. "If you were really sorry, you would take me out for ice cream."

     I sighed and grabbed her hand, intertwining our fingers. "Okay, since I am sorry, we can get ice cream."

    Olivia jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

     As the Americans would say it, I was whipped.

     As we walked out into the night, Olivia cuddled closer into my side. Smiling, I pushed open the glass door to my favorite ice cream parlor. A tiny bell rattled and Reneé looked up from the register.

     "Pierre! Comment vas-tu?" Her squeaky voice called. Olivia looked around the shop and left us to our conversation. She was only in it for the ice cream.

     "Reneé, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is Reneé." I introduced. They looked at each other and smiled, sharing a 'hello'.

     Reneé was a friend of Roselyn's and they went to school together. The only difference was that Reneé had a job.

     Reneé walked up to me, studying Olivia. She nudged my shoulder and bluntly asked, "When did you guys meet?"

      I decided to let Olivia take the lead on this one.

     "He was my tour guide in the Palace of Versailles. He took me out to dinner later that day."

     Reneé nodded along as Olivia explained the details. Olivia looked bored as if she had to do this before.

     Oh yeah, Roselyn. How could I forget my borderline insane sister?

     "Aww, you guys are so cute together!" Reneé exclaimed and clapped her hands, resting them under her chin. "It's on the house for my favorite couple."

     "Thanks!"

     "You don't have to do that."

     Reneé smirked from across the counter and pulled out two cups. "What flavor?"

     Olivia pondered before speaking. "Chocolate, please."

     Reneé smiled and scooped two large spoonfuls into her cup. "For the 'gentleman'?"

     "Strawberry, s'il vous plaît."

     Olivia muttered under her breath and I couldn't catch exactly what she said, but it was along the lines of "stupid French people".

     Reneé handed us our cups of ice cream and we settled in a booth towards the back of the store. We both dug into our cups with our plastic spoons, shivering slightly from the cold treats.

     We didn't talk. At least not for a few minutes. Olivia kept avoiding eye contact, and I knew why.

     Tomorrow was her last day in Paris. Then she would leave to explore the world and leave me and Roselyn and Paris behind. I was just her fling, just like that other person she told me about in Palermo.

     "Where are you going next?" I asked grimly. Was I selfish for wanting her to stay with me?

      The crazy part is, if she asked me to go with her, I would in a heartbeat.

     But I couldn't just up and leave. My family was here, in Paris. I had a job and I couldn't be a burden on Olivia.

     "I was thinking about Rome, maybe Belgium. I'm not really sure."

      So close, yet so far.

      I pushed my ice cream to the side and ran a hand through my hair. "One more day. You know what that means?" I asked with a small, but fake smile. In all honesty, I wanted to sulk around like a bratty teenager in my room.

     "The Eiffel Tower?"

     "You guessed it!" I said, pretending to hand her award. Olivia gratefully accepted it.

      When we finally calmed down from our minor laughing fit, we stood up and tossed our empty cups in the metal trashcan.

      "Thanks again, Reneé. Have a nice day!" Olivia called while looking over her shoulder. "It was nice to meet you!"

      Reneé chuckled, "If you ever wind up back up in Paris, come visit me."

      We left and turned left the parlor. I was going to walk Olivia back to her hotel, and then go home to grab my uniform. I promised my boss that I would clean up during the night shift since I had skipped all my day shifts to spend time with Olivia before she left for good.

     I would do it every day if it meant she would stay.

     When we arrived back at the hotel, my heart cracked. Just a little.

     "I want to go to sleep early so I can make the most of tomorrow. I'll see you around eight?" Olivia questioned.

     I pulled her close and pecked her cheek. "Of course."

     When I pulled away, her eyes filled with sadness. "Can you bring your car? I'm kind of tired of walking everywhere." Olivia asked me with a glimmer of sheepishness.

     "Anything for you."

     Another crack in my heart.

     "Thanks, Pierre. For everything." She blurted.

     I grabbed her arm and pressed my lips to her delicate hand.

    "Tomorrow," I whispered.

    "Tomorrow." Olivia echoed back.

     I turned around and trudged down the pathway.

     Whether she stayed or not, I was going to make tomorrow the best day for her. Even if, somehow, maybe, I fell in love, I couldn't be sad.

     She could trample my heart and never come back, but I would still love her.

     She was the best thing to ever happen to me, as cliché as it sounds.

     My eyes widened when I realized:

        I loved Olivia Grace Monelle.

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