I switched off my phone.
I looked up at the moon outside.
It was perfectly full tonight. But just because the moon is round and bright, that does not mean its hollows are gone.
I did not reply to Marius Wells. Instead, I poured myself fully into my research.
My advisor and friends here were so kind. They knew I was new, so they took me out for meals to help me feel at home. When I seemed lonely, they invited me to their home for dinner.
The advisor's younger son was a quiet young artist. He barely spoke to anyone, yet every time he saw me, his cheeks turned pink.
My advisor shook his head and signaled for me not to tease him. Then he invited me back for the following Sunday.
Slowly I began to look forward to these days.
Winter came, and Paris was covered in deep snow.
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