The city of love

[lily astrid hills]

Paris. The city of love and arts. The city that was now her home. Lily Hills walked quietly down the busy streets of Paris, a bag slung over her shoulder. She had just arrived in Paris a few hours ago, after a long 7 hour flight. She was tired, but sleep seemed impossible. She had dropped her bags at her hotel, and decided to just go for a walk.

Her eyes were slightly rimmed with dark circles, though she had done her best to cover them up with make-up. Her crystal blue eyes reflected a bit of sadness, a bit of longing. She hoped to start over here. Here life in New York City was gone, no matter how badly she wanted it back. And so, knowing she needed to make a fresh start, she packed up her bags, and traveled 3, 00 miles to Paris. She had enrolled in college, hoping to finish up her degree in creative writing. She couldn't give up her studies, and would go back in a couple weeks. The Eiffel Tower rose into sight, and she headed towards it, almost drawn to it. Crowds of people were around the base, food stands everywhere.

She came to stand in front of it, and stared up, seeing it towering into the sky. Paris was a wonderful city,and she was a little excited a living here, though only a little. "Can I really start over here?" She murmured, lost in thought.

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][style= width: 380px; background-color: B9C9C8;] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; text-align: left; margin-left: 10px; color: FFFFFF; text-shadow: #000000 -1px -1px 2px; line-height: 80%; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -50px]i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes[/style][style= float: right; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/iqfsrm.jpg); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; border-radius: 50px; border: 2px solid #765359; margin-right: 10px;][/style] [style= width: 270px; height: 5px; background-color: 765359; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: 10px][/style][style= width: 250px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; color: 333333; line-height: 70%; margin-top: 5px]you can't take that from me. just go ahead and try. the crescent city sleeps while giants in the sky, preparing to unleash let loose a mighty cry. can nobody save us? will anyone try? choking on the black gold upon which we rely. we keep axes in the attics to see cameras in the sky. the bayou is burning, the cypress is dying. and all along they're saying help is on the way. we were told just to sit tight 'cause somebody will soon arrive. help is on the way. but it never came![/style] [style= width: 374px; background-color: 8EA7A4; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; padding: 3px; color: 000000]TAGS LILY! COUNT 442 NOTES <3333[/style][style= width: 360px; padding: 10px; color: 000000; opacity: .7; background-color: FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; line-height: 90%]Oh Paris… city of love, city of… love… yeah Cass didn’t know what else to call Paris. Couldn’t blame him though, he wasn’t the best when it came down to adjectives! He probably could’ve pulled something out of his sleeve but it might’ve ended up being offensive to any Parisian with half a brain. What was someone like Ciaran Cassidy Corbett doing at the Eiffel Tower? Normally he tried to avoid such tourist traps, mostly because he had visited them all on his first week in the city like the little newcomer he was. He went to the tower, ate at an incredibly fancy restaurant, shopped at some stores, and even took down a trip down Seine river. He had been to the catacombs, to the gardens, to Champs Elisees and even trolled around Notre Dame like the good little monster he was. What was he doing now at a location he had visited before then? Homework of course!! Homework was a concept so alien to Cass. Not once in his entire school career he had bothered with taking school work home and at some point he even stopped making up excuses for not turning in stuff. This were changing though, he couldn’t life off pure talent at the academy and he had a certain Gareth to keep happy, and a happy Gareth included doing homework. So there he was, tilting his head from one side to the other as he stared around at the crowd and at the food. He was supposed to do something artistic related to Paris’ most famous icon but how was he supposed to get any ideas when everyone was so noisy and everything was so crowded? Pouting slightly he continued tilting his head from one side to the other until a girl came to stand by his side, probably not even noticing his presence. ’Can I really start over here?’ Cass heard her murmur and his natural cass-cat curiosity grew. “Start over?” He asked randomly, his blue eyes now posed on the pretty blonde beside him. “I can help you with that!” The grin in his face was a good indicator that he was shameless enough to talk to a stranger in the middle of a touristic spot. “Come on! Let’s climb to the top of the tower!!” He pointed at the high peak, beckoning the girl to go with him. Leave it to Cass to find some sort of entertainment when he was supposed to sit still and do some homework. Edumification was overrated anyway! [/style][style= margin-top: 15px; width: 380px; height: 60px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/b1Bxo.png)][/style][/style][style= font-family: georgia; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 9px]coded by JIN of PRE & BTN[/style]

[lily astrid hills]

Lily continued to stare upwards for , a minute until a guy next to her spoke. Startled, she jumped slightly, not having even realized he was standing there. And he heard what she said. Crap. Well, at least he wasn't asking why. She would have stood there, trying to come up with a reasonable answer instead of the real one, and acting like a fool.

Lily had pretty much avoided guys ever since her boyfriend had left her standing in the rain. Quite literally actually. They had been taking a walk, when out of the blue, he told her he was taking off. She wished she could say it had suprised her, but it hadn't. He didn't want anything to do with her messed up life, so he left. He wasn't exactly the comforting, or understanding type. In fact, she remembered, he hadn't he even bothered to come to the funeral. Some boyfriend he was. Then again, she had been pretty much avoiding everyone.

And here was this guy, asking her if she wanted to climb to the top of the tower. She hesitated slightly, unsure. She was a complete stranger. Why the heck was he asking her to go to the top with him? She hadn't been up yet, and there wasn't really in harm in it. "Well, okay. Sure. Name's Lily." She replied.