Domineering Love

All over Paris, someone’s figure would keep appearing before my eyes, unable to be dispelled no matter how hard I tried.

Cherish Turner frequently had hallucinations, as if simply by turning around she would see him standing behind her, silently smoking. But when she looked back, there was nothing but empty space, filled only with the air of strangers.

Time passed quickly and yet also exceedingly slow, a week had passed in the blink of an eye.

During the last three days, they moved to stay in the suburbs outside of Paris.

"Madam, Miss, you will remain in the castle in the suburbs for the next three days. There’s also an exotic market nearby that you can visit," said the tour guide lady turn around and smile from her front passenger seat, as they were driving towards the suburbs.

Mother Turner was obviously interested and struck up a conversation with the tour guide lady.

Cherish Turner listened quietly with a casual demeanor, a constant note of longing sparked in her heart.

The market was as it had always been, full of passionate gypsies setting up their tents and selling all kinds of trinkets. Mother Turner was picking a gift for Grace Smith and couldn’t decide what to buy. The tour guide decided to accompany her to look around every stall until they found an adorable gypsy doll. Then, Mother Turner stopped and started to negotiate the price with the gypsy vendor.

However, Cherish Turner’s gaze was searching for something among the tents. Her vision hurriedly zoomed through the bearing stores, passing by the vendors, and landing on a gypsy woman.

"I am going to take a look over there." Cherish Turner whispered, releasing her hand from her mother’s and started walking towards the stall.

It was still that same jewelry stall, that same gypsy woman, speaking that same incomprehensibly foreign French. Cherish Turner went before the stall, looking down at the jewelry, and suddenly remember his rare playful and lovable side when he kept her in suspense about what the gypsy woman had said.