The rain pattered on the window insistently. Paris was experiencing its annual storm. But the little hotel room was cozy and so were you and her.

"Oui oui. I just don't understand why." A sigh left her lips as she pressed them to the wine glass and took a sip of the deep red drink. "Why must it be so complicated."

You were cuddled up on the hotel bed talking about your love lives. The usual. You and her are best friends, and complaining to each other just comes with it.

"It never gets easier." She shook her head, running her tongue over her lip. "I see it every day. Even the old people. We're doomed."