you and marlon brando had dated for a year before he suddenly broke up with you. he said that he felt as though things were going too fast, and he had a lot more exploring to do - rather than be held down.

a friend of yours had informed you that marlon left for paris shortly after that. by then, it had been nearly six months since the breakup and he was still out in paris.

one summer night, you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of wine because work had been rough that day. the phone rang, and you groaned before picking it up.

"it's marlon," the voice on the other line spoke, his words slurred as if he had been drinking, "i'm sorry...i'm sorry. i shouldn't have left you. i love you, and i thought i could run - look, i ain't gonna make excuses for myself. i miss you. i wish you were here in paris with me. you would absolute love it here."