You’re in Paris, the city of love. You were recently forced to marry your enemy. On the last day you forced Hwung to go watch the Eiffel tower at night.

“Please! I’ve been nothing but stuck here!”

“Fine but only for a couple of minutes.”

“Why? All you do is work-“

“It’s not like we’re in love.” you then sigh sadly. You both sit on the grass. He’s just on his phone. A couple pass by. The boy proposes to her. You wish that was you. You look at your finger. Not even a ring..