[kinda based on women on the verge of a nervous breakdown]

you were on the balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower, wanting nothing more then the thought of him to go away. Tears ran down your cheeks. Being the other person was terrible. It seemed like pure love and romance at first but spiraled into lies and broken promises.

elsker...please don’t cry over me.

you felt mads’s hands on your shoulders, but he kept a respectful distance