Maybe he'd be happy to see her. She lived on that hope alone. Maybe, considering the obvious state of his new lifestyle, he may have kind words for her.

Yeah, right, in an alternate universe. That much was clear by the greeting she received.

"Deveruex. What the fuck are you doing here?"

The first thing she noticed was that he wore muggle jeans. The second the thing she noticed was that he wore no shirt. Her thought lingered there for a moment. Her third thoughts were merely his words and tone of voice registering in her brain as unwelcomed.

Her blue eyes scanned him for a moment, she inhaled a small intake of breath, suddenly remembering she was in a disgusting alley by the smell she inhaled. She folded her arms across her chest, always feeling exposed and short when it came to Justin's piercing glare. And such pretty eyes to project such hate....it had always broken Paris' heart.

"I..." she opened her mouth to begin, but wasn't sure where she should start. "I am sorry about that girl....and what I did. I....was not thinking clearly. I am sorry." it was all she could muster, but her apologies had never meant much in the past. She doubted it would get her far this time.

"You....you have your own place....that's.....independent of you." Paris added trying to fill in the silence, "It's nice." she added, trying to hide that she very clearly thought otherwise. But fatigue was taking her over fast and suddenly she looked more like young 30 than a worn out 18.

"I just, ...I wanted to see you, that was all. I wanted to see you." she whispered arely audible.


i'll be sure to stay wary of you
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn