*Olivia*

It was all a blur. I watched the gorgeous Eiffel Tower from the plane window, standing out against the backdrop of the city as it disappeared from view. It filled me with a sense of loss to see it get smaller and smaller before finally, all I saw were the clouds below us.

I didn’t want to go back home, not when Paris had been so magical–so easy and free.

But life always came knocking once more to cut off the end of the road and drop you back ...