We're back in Paris and it feels like being pulled out of a beautiful dream. I see tourists and lovers in the streets but they all remind me of how much I hate the Champs-Élysées and standing before Les Invalides in the wind and the velvety darkness at night.
Henry's calmer than before, a part of me thinks he's
already given up. Elisa sends me a text saying Tom and Daisy have been
arrested. "She looks surprisingly cute in handcuffs". I could tell him
but decide not to.
On the first evening we return to La Coupole
in Montparnasse, he drinks Talisker and asks me about everything
insignificant he can think of. I look at him through the mist and I hold
his hand softly in mine and it's only when I forget about the world
around us that the time we spend together makes this much sense.