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There’s something about the night sky here that frightens me. But like a sky-diver seeking the thrill of the fall, I can’t help but wander towards it. I guess this is why I’m standing here right now…
Midnight. Back home, midnight would mean that the city was tucked in for the night. The harsh glare of the man-made stars would be put out, and the city would be enveloped in a blanket of darkness. A safe darkness, where the moon and stars took center stage, dancing in the night sky, performing for only themselves. Here, however, midnight gave birth to a new city. Paris, by day, was a bustling city full of tourists, business, and formalities. Paris, by night, was a town filled with the romance of the night. A time when city goers could relax and take in the breathtaking innocence of the darkness. A time when tourists could become one with the city. A time when the realities of the daytime can be shed and like an actor changing costumes, the city transformed itself, if only for a single act.
I was on the rooftop of the Academie, gazing out across the city towards the Eiffel Tower. From the outskirts of town, Paris was a dazzling glow of lights. Not the harsh white lights of office buildings, but the mellow yellow glow issuing from the little trinket shops and bakeries that were closing up throughout town. The night sky, dark through and through, held no moon tonight. I found myself wondering if perhaps the stars were afraid to come out and play without their guardian. The lack of light makes the sky look hollow, like a void, engulfing anything that gets too close. Like the sun, perhaps the darkness is also capable of burning you if you get too close…
The squeak of a door hinge broke my reverie.
“Aimee?”
The sound of his voice makes my heart skip a beat. Dammit, I think to myself, I have to stop doing that…
“How’d you guess?” I ask.
“Easy,” he said, a carefree laugh creeping into his words. “Is there another girl here who would still have her slippers on at this hour?” He approached me. I listened to the sound of his footsteps, eyes trained on my pointe shoes, afraid that I might betray my real emotions if I turned and faced him.
“Are you homesick?” He asks, his words oozing sincerity. I hesitate. A single moment was enough. He had his arms around me almost instantaneously. The warmth emanating from his body was a nice contrast to the cool of the night. But after basking in his warmth for a minute, I shrugged him off, and knowing exactly what I wanted, he backed off without a fight. Always the gentlemen.
We stood in silence for a painfully long minute, with me, unsuccessfully might I add, attempting to read his mind. Determined not to be the one to break the silence, I settled in for what I figured would be a long wait. Of course, my determination died after about four seconds of actual waiting and I had to turn and ask…
“Sebastian,” I paused, trying to figure out how to say this without sounding rude. After a moment of useless thinking, I just spit it out. “Why are you here?”
He looked a little confused, maybe even hurt, and instantly I regretted asking. “Do you want me to go?” He asked, only his eyes betraying how much he didn’t want to.
“Well…I just need some alone time. You know?” That sounded lame, even to myself.
He took my face in his hands. “No, Aimee.” He replied, eyes lighting up. “What you need is a little fun in your life.” The first major tip-off that whatever he had in mind was a bad idea was the mischievous smile dancing across his face, but before I had time to argue, he had swept me off my feet. Literally.
“Um…Sebastian?” I asked, my voice shaky and totally unattractive.
“Yes?” He replied, still smiling and obviously pleased with himself. It seemed that carrying my hundred-pound self was not slowing him down a bit.
“You know, I really am capable of walking…”
He laughed, a carefree gentle laugh, the complete opposite of how I was feeling at the moment. “Yes, Aimee. I am fully aware of the fact you are capable of walking.” So many words. Why must he always have to speak in so many words?
“Then you should really put me down, don’t you think?” I asked, as my hopes of actually being put down slowly faded.
“Nah, watching you blush is way too much fun.” He looked down at me with a huge smile plastered across his face. I cringed. Oh dear god, this was going to be one long night…
THE END. (Not really...)
Thanks to Kathy
I really have to thank one of my friends, Kathy, who has actually taken the time to read this stuff (and of her own accord too!) and inform me of many mistakes and typos I've made. I love her, she's my awesome psychic buddy, and her skills are greatly appreciated!
Thanks my love!
- Jess
