Burning Everything Down Is A Lot Easier Than Dealing With Your Mom

Tarik

June 16, 12:16 am, Paris, France

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, blocking out the weak moonlight. A chilly breeze blew through the old streets of Paris, the streetlamps blinking. A quiet busyness settled into the city as people shuffled to and from bars and clubs, seeking a warmth they couldn't quite understand themselves.

Among them, Tarik and Elodie walked slowly, their footsteps loud against the cobblestoned path. They walked in silence, only passing other pedestrians occasionally. When they did however, the other people would always move away from the duo, sometimes even moving to the other side of the street.

Even they could sense the anger radiating off Tarik.