At the Place We Met

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“It was good seeing you again, Arthur.” You said as you waved to your old pirate friend. Arthur waved back at you before the door closed. You sighed. Man, Arthur has changed a lot. You walked along the streets of Britain, in deep thought .Grey clouds loomed overhead, and thunder could be heard in the distance. You stopped in your tracks “Hmm” People ran inside as the rain started, a heavy sheet.“Dammit!” You cursed, shielding your head and starting to run. You continued to run, and without looking, you bumped into a man.“Oh, I’m sorry, ” You said to his feet, embarrassed.“Oh no, it is quite alright, Mon Cher." That's French. You looked at the man. So handsome. His blonde hair drenched into wet curls, the dark hue bringing out the blue of his eyes. A blush warms his pale cheeks as he stares at your revealing clothing.You took your hands off your head and back down to your sides. He took a step closer, leaning towards your face,"You are soaked, why not take shelter?" He turned his body to the side and put his hand out, with high hopes you would grab it. You put your hand up, waving it back and forth, "No, it's fine, i have to get home.I have work to do." His face saddened. "I see." He looked away from you.You bowed, "It was nice meeting you" He turned back to you, with puppy dog-like eyes, "Why not stay with me for a bit longer?" "Eh?" You said as you stared at him with surprise. You met his gaze and held it. He quickly snatched your hand from your side and kissed it.You blush, and try to pull away."We're getting soaked.We shouldn't stay out here or we will get sick." You inform him as his lips stayed on your hand.He straightened up, and started to walk with you, still holding your hand.He gripped your hand tightly. What's up wit... ... middle of paper ... ...l thinking about Joan. Your hand left his face. "I must go now Francis." You didn't want to tell him, but you had to. The wind picked up again, stronger this time.As you turned to walk off, your rose unknowingly flew out and landed on the ledge. As you were about to descend the stairs, you heard sobbing. You stood there, debating whether you should go back or not. But a thought crossed your mind; It would only hurt Francis if you returned to him. You would never know the feeling of losing a lover, but from staying with France, you started to understand.Francis loved Joan more than anything, and him falling in love again would only hurt him even more. You felt a bit jealous, hoping that soon, you would find someone just as loving as France, and have a bond like he had with Joan.You walked down the stairs, glancing up to look at the scenery you may never see again.

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