Ben
The light from the sun was beginning to wane as I wandered through the Parisian streets, seeking a familiar refuge from the years gone by. The city held many memories for Waverly and me - some of them sweet, others bitter. We'd frequented a café during our university days, a quaint little place tucked in an alleyway just off the River Seine. It was there that we had shared some of our most beautiful moments together, as well as some of our most painful fights. As the shadows grew longer and the evening chill began to settle in, I felt a growing need to return to this place, a sort of pilgrimage to mark the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of another.
The narrow alleyway seemed almost hesitant to reveal itself, but eventually, it came into view, much like a half-forgott
