For the slightest moment, she was hoping for him to turn around— just a little bit of miracle that he would change his mind—but it didn't happen; he kept on his way and abandoned her. She fixed her eyes on his movement as he faded away to the crowds; his scent, his appearance, his gesture — everything that would make her suffer for the few months, or even years—until completely disappeared from her sight. Even autumn in Paris couldn't change the fact that tonight she would come home, alone.

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