When the light glows in Paris, the hearts of the people who live there glow too. It's a comfort to the locals, and a new sight to the tourists, but a magic to all. So Camille stands at the top of the darkened structure as it glows, leaning forward and letting the breeze hit her face. The air is sweet and she smiles into the breeze.

Paris is for the dreamers.
People who wish for a better tomorrow. People who escape reality in the lights of the city.

Paris is for the artists.
People who yearn to create. People who want to make the world more beautiful.

Paris is for the lovers.
Those who love the city. Those who love the magic. Those love the culture.  Those who love to love.

   Camille is caught up in the veiw of the city, and Philip is caught up in his veiw of her. To Philip, Camille is made of solid diamond, beautiful and strong. She walks the line between being a wild teen who gets into mischief and a loving daughter, friend, and sister who does things for others. She is freedom.

And Philip yearns for a taste of that freedom. That breath of fresh air.

Philip takes out his camera, capturing Camille in a moment of complete contentment and serenity. He smiles. Camille leans back from the railing and hugs her arms together. The night is growing colder, and the others have already returned home for the night. Leaving Camille and Philip alone up in a place that feels like the top of the world.

   Philip slides off his oversized band jacket, and drapes it across Camilles shoulders. She smiles and tilts her head. Philip smiles back, simply because Camille's smile is so contagious. It shines brighter than all the cities lights combined.

"You really are a gentleman huh?" Cami giggles.

"I try to be." Phillip replies softly, tucking away a strand of Cami's hair.

   His hand rests there for a moment, and Camille places her hand on top of it, holding it to her head. She smiles and guides his hand down to rest on her cheek and takes his hand. The light glitters and they take a breath as they inch closer and closer together. Camille loses patience and before Philip can process he is kissing her back.

   It's like fireworks in Philip's brain and the rest of the world fades away. Camille pulls away and smiles before walking away with a slip in her step. They can't see eachother, but they both have the same smile. They both have the glow of first love.

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Y'all are too dang good to me. Like Omg, I disappear for months and come back to an overwhelming amount of support... I love you guys.

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