In all honesty, you were the last person I expected to see there. But, there you were, standing on the top of the Eiffel Tower, your arms resting on the edge, as you gazed out at the city. You were the one person I thought I hated.

Category: Completed Short Stories
Rating: Not Naughty
Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Angst, Romance
Warnings: None
Completed: Yes
Series: None

1. We'll Always Have Paris. (Reviews - 7) 1118 words

This is just a short little fic that was inspired by a line from Casablanca. It's a oneshot, for now at least. Reviews are always welcomed with open arms. I love feedback, especially costructive criticism.