by Sarah Kirchner ’21
Lights lit up the City of Love. The city of Paris was alive and many people roamed the streets. A young girl stood, searching for her love under the lights of the Eiffel Tower. He told her he would meet her there at precisely eight o’clock at night. She thought that was awfully romantic. Imagine, waiting for your love in the magical city of Paris. She arrived a little before eight wearing her favorite blue dress. It flew off her hips perfectly and her white sweater outlined the dress. Her mother had bought it for her special night, and she felt beautiful in it. She wore a large smile, and her eyes shone so bright you’d mistake them for stars if you didn’t know better.
Every minute she checked her watch, hoping he would come soon. It was becoming quite cold a little after eight and she prayed her love was close by. With every chill that spread down her body, she yearned for him. Another glance at her watch, and she realized it was getting close to 8:30 p.m. She tried to keep her spirits up by watching the young kids spin round on the carousel. She kept convincing herself that he had stopped to get her some of her favorite macarons from Ladurée, or that he was getting her favorite flower from the florist just around the corner. She knew it. He was coming; he was just late. Her eyes searched the crowd of happy couples and cheerful families. Nowhere though, did she spot her love. Around 9 p.m. she bought herself a coffee to keep from getting too cold. He made a wrong turn, she told herself. He was on his way; he would be there soon. At 10 p.m., the night began to die down and there were far less people. The kids all went home and the couples went to celebrate their perfect night elsewhere. Then a thought popped into her mind. He must’ve been on the other side of the tower! Quickly she ran to the other side, determined that he would be there with a bouquet of flowers and macarons. He would be standing with a big smile saying, “I’d been waiting for you!” But unfortunately, he wasn’t there, and that’s when the first tear fell. Around 11 p.m., the tears poured out and she couldn’t will herself to stay any longer. She touched the locket on her neck that her love gave her. How could he have given her this just last week? Did he think that they were meant to be last week, but not now? Forcefully, she wrenched the necklace off and threw it onto the floor. She ran home hoping she would never have to see that boy again.
The love she knew had died that night. She was just a girl who wished for a Prince Charming, and he had let her down. She didn’t care if he showed up at some point later that night. The moment had ended, and her feelings had grown glum. He broke the promise he had made, and for that she hoped he found that locket as a reminder of the love he had lost.