It was toxic and yet I found myself secretly wanting to see him once again. It had been just over a year since the meeting and just over a year since his last kiss.But why was I still thinking about him? I was in Paris for over two years and had not been encountered with such a man like him. It was a Friday night a good friend of mine invited me to a party. I thought of not going because at the recent parties all conversations were on the rise of Germany and the coming war. These conversations had been going on for over month and were seriously boring all the parties.However an hour before the party was to start I decided to go just for fun and something to do. I wore my slinky black dress that sparkled under the lights with the blue saphire necklace that father had given me for my birthday. It went perfect with my deep blue eyes and dark long curly hair which was pinned up with a few curls fall down my back .Arriving I saw that this was going to be the party of the year. I had just arrived and had already bumped into my best friend Mia Jackson of New York. She was looking stunning as usual in a red dress with her blonde curls falling down around her pale face.We walked in together and stood stunned for just a moment at the amount of people. Thats when I saw him in his tailored tuxedo standing tall and proud.He must have noticed me as well because for a minute we had or eyes locked upn each other. It wasnt until Mia dragged me off to meet her Beau from another party did our eyes part. It was two hours before I saw him again this time he left his group and came over to me. He smiled as he walked oer and the closer he got the more I could see his eyes which were dark as my dress. He introduced himself with a kiss on the hand as John Crews from Chicago. I smiled and introduced my name hesitantly for a good reason because the rest of the night and the only night I would be called SaintClaire in a deep voice.
A war driven tale of two lovers who would do anything for another meeting and another chance at Love.