After a few more hours of walking, roaming around, testing out new stuff, getting some snack and looking into some tourist spots we, rather I and Daryl decided to retreat back to the hotel.

I called out a cab and pointed out the address of where we are staying for the week. The whole ride was quiet, and also from the fact that I can't speak to Daryl in front of the driver... I mean, wouldn't he find it strange if he sees somebody talking to nobody?

In the middle of my thoughts.... My thoughts drifted to the idea of myself not being able to see him anymore... I didn't find it weird and peculiar for my chest to ache as if it was being squeezed but... It's never the same...

The more I think about it, the more tears wanted to blind my sight. I feel inferior of not having the guts to ask him what is up... How I can help him...

A part of me... Told me to let go...

But I just can't...

He was there when I was at my worst and at most... I wanted to at least return the favor...

As always, I wasn't surprised I had to be shaken out of my thoughts when the cab pulled over and I heard a little calling out to me. I looked outside to see the hotel and I stepped out of the cab and paid the driver, saying a small thanks.

I shut the door closed and faced the building and while so, I felt a tap on my shoulder and it felt cold, like the breeze itself, looking over my shoulder, I found Daryl staring at me in worry.

I gave him a soft smile and shook my head. "D-don't worry, I'm just overthinking..." I said and didn't noticed my stuttering. I felt a small lump on my throat and tried to swallow it. Daryl didn't looked very convinced and I just let out a sigh and attempted to pat his head, wanting to ruffle his head and of course in the end... I slipped pass through him.

His eyes widen a little and all he did was give me a weak smile before walking over a near bench, the streets seeming to have been empty already. Like I thought, this hotel is pretty exclusive... I wouldn't wonder why though... That we're here too.

He took a sit and murmured for me to do the same. I only nodded a little and sat beside him until he pointed above, his head lifting up to see what's on the skies.

Doing the same gesture, I found my mouth gaped in awe, staring at the retreating hot ball of fire to be soon replacing roles with the moon for the mean time. I felt stunned and amazed by the view; multiple colors blending in the sky that I can't ponder on which it is. All I could think of it was beautiful.

I unconsciously felt warm droplets streaming my cheeks. I didn't have to look up to see if it was rain because I knew those were my tears...

*Daryl's POV...*

I was well astonished when Isabel suddenly bursted into tears. I can't bring myself to be confused because I knew I was the reason of it... The reason of her crying...

Yet I chose to be quiet...

I know that sometimes moments like this turns out to be a book full of cliches with humans but...

I feel very heavy chested... My chest is so tight that I can't breathe. I can't bring myself to talk to her... I felt mute. All I was able to do was to sit beside her and try enjoy the view but I only made her cry. If somebody was reading my mind, they would have laughed already because of Isabel suddenly crying about watching a sunset.

I felt melancholic and I also despise myself for bringing her such of the gloom. Just looking at her made me physically hurt as well. It's not like she's ignoring me... But from the fact that I have to make her ignore the problem we have for the mean time.

I grinned the best way I could and she buys it but later on she would be woolgathering again and I can't blame her.

I took a deep breath and then faced her, her tear stained cheeks gave me a quick painful impact on my heart and I didn't tolerated it and leaned closer before wrapping my arms around her.

I knew if she is the one who does the gestures she passes through me but I guess when I do, I can try act as if I'm holding her in my arms, giving her warm my own.

I can hear a soft gasp from her and then another sniffle. Just then, I can feel my eyes get watery, and I shut it closed because I knew if I don't, it'll become like the watrfalls.

"I-I don't w-want you to l-leave me.."

I heard her trembling voice day with hiccups in the midst of it, cracking of her tone very visible when she talked and I bit my lip, feeling pain and felt a single tear slip my cheek.

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*Isabel's POV...*

Today currently is our third day here in Paris France. Yesterday we hanged out as a family and I think so was today.

I can't help but always get worried about Daryl every time he is out of my sight, afraid that he might disappear like a bubble. I was quite glad when he told me that he would never leave me without saying so. At the same time, it bothered and disturbed me about what it meant.

But I'm relieved that every time it had to be with my family, either bonding, discussing matters and such as that, he is just there, standing around and observing the new place he is at. At least for about a day, I got myself some more comfort and rest, about worrying too much about him and some more matters.

While sipping whine on the glass I held I was a little uncomfortable for the dress I wore. I mean yeah, it looks very, Very nice but I don't think it suits me.

It is made of silk and I even had a designer who picked this out for me. Also aside from my own ranting world, a lot were looking at me like I had a dirt on my face.

As usual, my train of thoughts were ceased when some deep voice called out my name. "Claire, is something wrong?" My father asked, looking at me with his not so expression-full face. I shook my head and gave a small smile.

My little sister Jirah then spoke to me. "You've been spacing out lately, it bothers me if dad wants to take you to Mars already." She said with a smirk, flipping her brunette hair. Ohhh, my sis, how much does she want me to seem like the smaller ones? But hey, the PUN.

"Well nah, I'd rather prefer milkyway. Or I guess toblerone. So I could get your butt stuck to the pyramids of Egypt." I made a comeback to her with sarcasm dripping from my voice, giving a smirk as well and a playful glare.

"You two, stop it now. Lunch is ready."
Our mom suddenly interrupted us from
Our small bickering and our food arrived not long and before I could place the napkin on my lap, somebody did it for me. "Now... This is no café right?" I said, my eye twitching a little.

Seems like nobody would let me do things on my own for now. In the middle of my meal, I searched for the lad and found him sitting on the railings, both of his legs hanging mid air, swinging them back and forth. Unfortunately I can't see his face but I hope he is well.

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Yesterday consisted of talking about such stuff such as inheritance and that, all I did was listen and try get my mouth opened for I am not somebody to always talk. And from the fact that I can't help talking quietly.

Today, I'm currently walking around again and just observing the sight beyond me. Of course I'm not 'alone' and have Daryl as my company. So like, nobody can see him aside from I do, then deciding to go somewhere on my own got me into a little trouble about trying to get permission on getting out.

On my tracks, I always made sure that nobody would see me and Daryl talking or only he could hear me.

"U-uhm... What happened to your arm? Where is it?" I was finally able to voice it out, stressing each word with a feeling of hardship, just how much courage did I stacked but then..

"Uh, I dunno... Well! I like here in
France ma belle!" Is what he only answered. I can say so myself that he is great with changing the subject and making a good alibi to change our sudden topic. While thinking about it I noticed myself furrowing my eyebrows by his sudden speaking.

"You speak French?" I asked, baffled, a small chuckle escaping my throat.
"Kinda." He said scratching the back of his head, then looking away, a little smile on his lips. "Are you from
France?" I asked again and he shook
His head placing his 'hands' on his pockets.

"Nope! If I'm from France then I would be having this majestic stubble~ and this angelic voice and that baguette over here~" He whispered into my ears making me go beet red madly, turning away and puffing my cheeks.

"I'm just kiddin' with ya!" He cackled and I suddenly had the urge to chase and punch him but that would make me sound like a cranky bastard and that the only thing left was I chasing someone with a chainsaw in hand.

"You're such a stereotype." I said and he snickered clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth. "So are you, milady." He said sweetly and softly then, placing a peck on my forehead leaving me astounded, butterflies trying to devour my stomach as I was blushing like a tomato.

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I don't even know if I would say that this is a filler chapter or whatever but thanks for reading! So I was like, (since I'm editing the book chapter by chapter, I need to make sure things aren't done hastily without thoughts) holy crap, what the hell is with this one? Editing this chapter, ended with it being divided into three chapters! Like, aww, I'm too tired. This book originally has 12 chapters but now, seems like it'll be 20+.

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