Twist Of Fate

Charlotte's POV

I had always loved Paris—the city of lights, dreams, and whispered promises that lingered in the air like the soft hum of a violin. Being back here, surrounded by its timeless beauty, felt like a breath of fresh air after everything I had been through.

As I strolled down the cobbled streets, the faint aroma of freshly baked bread from a nearby boulangerie wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. The distant chatter of café-goers, the soft laughter of lovers walking hand in hand, the melody of a street musician playing an old French tune—it was as if the city was reminding me that life still existed beyond heartache.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to start believing it.

Pain was a part of living—a part of loving. And though my heart still ached, though the wounds of the past had yet to heal fully, I knew I couldn't stay trapped in sorrow forever.

I had to move forward.