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There was something about Paris at night that made Vanessa Moreau's heart sing. From a young age, her mother used to bring her out for a quiet walk at the city's most romantic time of day. It was her favorite thing to do with her mother and was often the highlight of her day. Apart from travelling with her mother and her ballet company around Europe, their walks along the Seine was when they both felt truly happiest. Her mother would walk with her hand in hand, something she continued to do even as a teenager, Vanessa never really wanted to let go. But tonight, Vanessa had no one's hand to hold, the only thing her hand was holding was the black leather leash that extended all the way down to her dog's matching collar. In the end, Vanessa was forced to let go of her mother's hand and her walks along the Seine haven't been the same since. She still found it beautiful, of course, how could she not? The way the street lamps emitted that orange glow onto the streets, the calming whisper of the water as it made it's way through the great city and it wasn't just Vanessa over-romanticising things as usual, judging by the amount of couples who walked the path; young, old or otherwise. Paris at night was undoubtedly one of the most special places in the whole world and it was here that most of Vanessa fondest memories were made.
Nessa stretched the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands as the cool spring air stung her skin, it was nice to be back in Europe again, to feel that chill rather than the hot and sticky air that awaited her in New Zealand. She had convinced her stubborn father that she had the weekend off work and she had nothing better to do than to come back to Paris. It was all lies of course, Vanessa had to ask for the weekend off because to be truthful, she worried about him, she really did. He was always so intense and she always believed that he never allowed himself to grieve the death of his wife. But he was happy to see his little girl again, underneath all that grumpiness, she knew he was and if she could relieve him of his pain even just for a second, it was good enough for her. Vanessa found herself inwardly smiling as she thought of her father, her gaze followed her feet as she walked up the promenade, her new brogues clicking sharply against the old concrete. Her gaze moved to Thierry as he happily plodded alongside her. As she looked up again, her eyes met those of a young couple who nodded and smiled politely at her and Vanessa did the same in return. Tourists, judging by their sun-kissed skin and inappropriate attire for the nights weather. Now that she thought about it though, she was like a tourist in her own city tonight, all she was wearing was a light jumper and a silk scarf and not having been here in almost a year, the setting almost felt foreign to her. What would her mother think of her at all?
She was now where she wanted to be, next to a tall street light was an empty wooden bench. Things didn't feel so foreign now. From ice-cream to hot cocoa, from tears to laughter, this was where they usually stopped. Vanessa really didn't understand why she was getting all reminiscent tonight, well, moreso than usual. "I just don't know baby..." She sighed to Thierry as she tied his leash to the metal bar of the bench. She sat down onto the bench, the chill of the wood spreading down her thighs. Thierry hurriedly hopped up beside her and snuggled into Vanessa's side. "Hey, don't you think you're getting any of my body heat tonight!" She warned him playfully as she ran her hand through his soft fur. She had to admit, Thierry's coat was nothing compared to her mother's expensive fur coat she often wore out on these walks. As she looked around, Vanessa noticed that she was alone. Apart from a boat tour currently being given on the river, Vanessa was utterly alone. She stole a look at the modest watch on her wrist, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Still, Vanessa wasn't complaining. This was exactly what she wanted when she set out on the walk. She pulled her legs up to her chest and loosely slung her arms around them, trying her best to retain her body heat. She longed for one of those hot cocoas her mother bought her from the café across the street, well, more than anything, she longed for her mother, even just for one night, in Paris.
Nessa stretched the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands as the cool spring air stung her skin, it was nice to be back in Europe again, to feel that chill rather than the hot and sticky air that awaited her in New Zealand. She had convinced her stubborn father that she had the weekend off work and she had nothing better to do than to come back to Paris. It was all lies of course, Vanessa had to ask for the weekend off because to be truthful, she worried about him, she really did. He was always so intense and she always believed that he never allowed himself to grieve the death of his wife. But he was happy to see his little girl again, underneath all that grumpiness, she knew he was and if she could relieve him of his pain even just for a second, it was good enough for her. Vanessa found herself inwardly smiling as she thought of her father, her gaze followed her feet as she walked up the promenade, her new brogues clicking sharply against the old concrete. Her gaze moved to Thierry as he happily plodded alongside her. As she looked up again, her eyes met those of a young couple who nodded and smiled politely at her and Vanessa did the same in return. Tourists, judging by their sun-kissed skin and inappropriate attire for the nights weather. Now that she thought about it though, she was like a tourist in her own city tonight, all she was wearing was a light jumper and a silk scarf and not having been here in almost a year, the setting almost felt foreign to her. What would her mother think of her at all?
She was now where she wanted to be, next to a tall street light was an empty wooden bench. Things didn't feel so foreign now. From ice-cream to hot cocoa, from tears to laughter, this was where they usually stopped. Vanessa really didn't understand why she was getting all reminiscent tonight, well, moreso than usual. "I just don't know baby..." She sighed to Thierry as she tied his leash to the metal bar of the bench. She sat down onto the bench, the chill of the wood spreading down her thighs. Thierry hurriedly hopped up beside her and snuggled into Vanessa's side. "Hey, don't you think you're getting any of my body heat tonight!" She warned him playfully as she ran her hand through his soft fur. She had to admit, Thierry's coat was nothing compared to her mother's expensive fur coat she often wore out on these walks. As she looked around, Vanessa noticed that she was alone. Apart from a boat tour currently being given on the river, Vanessa was utterly alone. She stole a look at the modest watch on her wrist, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Still, Vanessa wasn't complaining. This was exactly what she wanted when she set out on the walk. She pulled her legs up to her chest and loosely slung her arms around them, trying her best to retain her body heat. She longed for one of those hot cocoas her mother bought her from the café across the street, well, more than anything, she longed for her mother, even just for one night, in Paris.