“When are you going back to Paris?”
The atmosphere suddenly became calm, raw, but intense. I stared at the sun that was about to set. I won’t stop loving it as I breathe hardly. As if it cast a spell on me each time I would look at it changing colors from hue to pitch-black.
My attention drifted back to Paulite. I caught him watching me. He was very serious as if he was in a difficult situation. My chest tightened as I remembered what I checked last night. “I’ve got an email about the schedule for the Game of Thrones. They need my presence by the fourth day in Spain.”
He remained plain as if he already anticipated it. “What is your plan now?”
I played the bottom of my lips. The truth was I don’t what to leave. I wanted to stay and be with my mother’s family. I wanted to me
