Suddenly the lights of Paris seemed less bright. They stood inches apart but separated by the cold steel of a carriage door.
With a menacing roar, the train started moving, slowly at first, prolonging the agony of those final heart-wrenching moments. He choked on his emotion; she sobbed, tried to speak, but couldn’t.
He ran, gripping her hand, until the monster dragged them apart, headed into the night and was gone.
As he stood alone on the deserted platform, her voice whispered in his ear. ‘Je suis désolée mon amour’.
‘Adieu mon amour’ he cried.
He sank to his knees. “ Pourquoi m’as-tu abandonné? Pourquoi?”
If you’ve no idea what they said, Google Translate will come to your aid – as it did me when I wrote it!
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