it had been way too long since charlie had last seen grace. since high school, if he remembered correctly. they had spent a romantic evening after prom sitting at the boardwalk near the beach, talking about a life together. a future together. where they would both conquer their worst fears and emerge the heroes of all, triumphant over life's struggles. but when charlie had woken up that morning in his too-empty bed with no note of where grace had gone, he knew that it was the end. the end of them.
yeah, it had been way too long. he had met other women, tried to fall in love, and just fell flat on his face. maybe grace was the one. no. he shook the doubt out of his head as he stepped off the plane and into the bustling parisian airport. he glanced at the notecard in his hand before using his broken high school french to try and call a taxi to get him to where he needed to be. he knew that grace was the one for him. the taxi puttered to a stop in front of a humble looking building. the driver gestured for him to get out. as charlie clumsily stumbled out of the small yellow car, he looked wistfully at the door of the house. behind it laid his future, his happiness, his true love. he took a deep breath, walked up to the door, and knocked. a man answered it.
"bonjour?"
"hi... i'm looking for grace."
the silvery band on the man's finger didn't stop catching charlie's eye.
"grace? you mean grace, my wife?" the man replied in a thick french accent.
charlie looked around him, wondering at the strange sound of his world collapsing.
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