I’m being pulled under – father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can’t break free.Help! I can’t break free!I open my mouth to scream.
He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.
Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.
I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me
When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.
I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.
My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!
It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can’t breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can’t br
I can feel that I’m in a dream, but I can’t wake myself up.
I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I’ve been screaming for a long time.
Where there is light, there is a way out of the darkness
He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.