The First Step To Forgiveness Is Holy F****** S*** What The F*** Is That???

Gadiel

June 3, 6:22 pm, Paris, France

The buildings loomed over them as the couple walked over to the river. Gargoyles watched from upon high, the few people that were around too busy to notice the couple passing them by. The breeze had died down a little, but the air was still thick with the scent of water. Gadiel looked up; clouds were forming overhead. It was probably going to rain.

They reached the riverbank, and Tarik simply stared at the rushing water for a while. The sound of flowing water wasn't too loud, but it was there.

"I dated Elodie back in high school," said Tarik, still staring out at the water.

Gadiel looked at Tarik as he spoke. His expression was...complicated. He was frowning but...

"She was the only girl who would talk to me," Tarik went on, a little wistfully. "I found out later that all the girls thought I was too scary to be around, but she wasn't scared."