Four Years Ago
Night, Eiffel Tower, Paris
The second floor of the Eiffel Tower overlooked a sea of golden lights.
The city below was still awake.
Cars flowed through the streets like glowing rivers.
The distant laughter of tourists blended with soft music drifting through the evening air.
Above them...
The stars quietly watched over Paris.
Ghost stood beside Chloe.
The breeze gently moved a few strands of her hair across her face.
He looked at her without saying anything.
His eyes were unusually calm tonight.
Chloe noticed his gaze and smiled.
"What are you looking at?"
Ghost answered honestly.
"You know..."
"You are my first love, right?"
Chloe giggled.
"You already told me that."
"I remember."
Ghost scratched the back of his head.
"I don't really know these things."
"While Marcel was arranging this date for us..."
"I kept wondering."
He looked toward the city lights below.
"If I am too young for all this."
Chloe tilted her head.
"You are nineteen."
