Playful Destiny

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

It is my last day here in France, I promised Heather I only need a week to finalize the opening and other business matters here. And then, I'll go back to the States.

And after what I witnessed last, last night, there's no reason for me to stay here. "She's already happy with someone else. She finally got the love she truly deserves, something I didn't give to her back then," I sigh convincing myself.

But if I am ready to really let her go, why did my feet bring me here? And why do I have this yellow bouquet of flowers in my hand?

I am now in front of the museum where she's working, arguing with myself whether to show my face to her or not. Should I be selfish or selfless?

I gulp when I hear footsteps approaching me. I feel nervous. It is the very first time I feel nervous just by anticipating seeing someone. I gulp.

In my mind I wish for two things, "I wish it is her, I wish she isn't her."

But when I finally hear an unfamiliar french accent voice, I feel lik