It had been a horrible week for Miles Maitland. Just when he thought he had it all—everything was taken away.

Agatha, a dear friend, was sent to a mental asylum after her health crumbled under the weight of all the substances she'd taken. Nina was preparing to marry Ginger. Simon was left alone, now that Nina had called off their engagement.

And then there was Miles.

Once the king of parties, the belle of the balls— Now a weeping mess.

His lover, his only love, Tiger, had been investigated by the police. They had found the love notes between them. Tiger was taken into custody, but not before he had a chance to write one last note to Miles.

At the hospital, Miles visited Agatha. Simon and Nina were there too, putting on bright smiles to cheer her up—just like Miles did. They even danced in her room, hoping the silliness would lift her spirits.

But Simon saw it. Saw something was terribly wrong with Miles.

"Oh, it’s so silly—only it’s the beastliest thing," Miles confessed, pausing to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"It’s unbearably... unbearable," he laughed, mirthless and raw.

And that’s when Miles admitted it: He had to leave London. Leave behind his life to avoid prosecution. His crime? Love. He was in love. And that was enough to ruin him.

He had chosen Paris—the City of Love. Ironic. But it was the only way out. He said goodbye to his friends. Packed his bags. And he called you. The only one he trusted. You were everything to him now.

You met him at the station. His usual flamboyance was stripped away. No accessories—just a simple outfit, a watch, and sunglasses to hide red, puffy eyes. He looked uncomfortable. This wasn’t him. But it was survival.

Then you spotted him. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, curling slightly in fear— Until he saw it was you.

He panted, then sighed in relief. "You came," he whispered, his eyes lighting up with a fragile spark.

"Come on," he said, grabbing your hand. "We have to be quick." He added, running with you to the train.

You helped him lift the bags into the overhead rack. "You have the tickets, right?" he asked, as the two of you sat in a quiet four-person booth.