3rd POV:

  Jisoo accepted Rosé's offer to stay with her for the night, then the two went to eat dinner. They kept chatting and comforted each other, forgetting why they were so sad a while ago.

  The Aussie would lose herself in her newly found friend's eyes. They were the prettiest you could ever see; so dark that when the light was reflecting in them, it created drops of sparkles.

  Rosé felt that attraction towards the young mother, and she didn't know how to explain it. Because of that, she was scared of her own thoughts.

'Her lips are so well defined. Her kisses must be so soft...'

  Jisoo was equally disturbed by her feelings. She wouldn't mind listening to the Aussie all night, as long as she kept talking with this incredible voice of hers.

  After a while, they left the restaurant and took a taxi to go back to Rosé's hotel. The latter prepared some clothes for the Korean woman, letting her take a shower. Jisoo truly needed to wash away her stress. She felt like her skin was dirty. A man who never appreciated her nor loved their kids kissed her body thousands of times. It wasn't right.

  When she got out of the bathroom, water dripping from her hair and her cheeks lightly flushed, Rosé had to shake herself not to stare at her.

  Jisoo insisted to sleep on the couch, ignoring the Aussie's protestations. The latter asked another blanket to some of the hotel's employees and wrapped her new friend in it. They were already so comfortable with each other; they couldn't believe their own behaviour, as they were both quiet and shy persons.

  The night passed slowly, with the two wide awake. Rosé couldn't stop thinking about the raven-haired woman, and the latter was still bothered by what her husband said. She sobbed quietly, not wanting the other girl to hear her. There was a pain in her chest: it was the sensation of betrayal.

* * *

Jisoo's POV:

  When morning came, I nearly didn't close an eye. I was exhausted and from the look of it, so was Rosé. We dressed in silence, greeting each other with a weak but sincere smile.

  We headed directly to the hotel's restaurant to have some breakfast. I sat at a table with a simple plate of fruits and opened my eyes wide when the Australian teacher took the chair in front of me, her arms full of various kind of food.

"Are you sure you will eat everything?!" I exclaimed.

  Rosé laughed and took a piece of what looked like a cinnamon bun. She rolled her eyes, savouring the taste.

"I am sure. This raisin bread is just fabulous!"

"Do you usually eat that much?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yes. Do you have any problem with that?" She joked.

  I brought my hand to her cheek and pinched it lightly. Her skin was so smooth!

"You are a bit chubby. It is absolutely adorable when you eat. Just like a chipmunk!" I giggled.

  She stared at me and whined:

"I am not fat!"

"I wasn't saying you were. You are the opposite, actually. I was just talking about the cutest cheeks I have ever touched. And I don't see why weight is a problem in general, as long as you are healthy."

"I was pretty plump as a teenager. Other people were awful and kept saying I was ugly to make me cry. I am pretty sure that I will keep insecurities for a while."

  I took her hand in mine, locking her eyes with mine. God, she was so beautiful.

"You know, ugliness is something that goes up inside. It's mean, like the people who mocked you. You were not the issue, THEY were. Let go of those worthless memories."

  Rosé just stared at me as I kept playing with her face, that's when I realized that I may have hurt her feelings.

"Oh my God, I am sorry. Did I cross a line?"

  She shook her head with a lovely smile.

"Not at all. Sorry for not answering. It's just that you looked so cute."

  I felt my face reddening and took a sip of coffee to hide behind the mug. Rosé giggled and continued her breakfast, engulfing the food with excitement.

"So? What do you plan to do after you return to Korea?" She asked.

"I will have to find a job. Seung-Chul always refused that I work, because of his pride. I think after we divorce, I will just take over my father's business."

"Don't you have a dream?"

  I shrugged and folded the napkin in front of me.

"Since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a writer. But I am not good enough."

"If you work hard on your writing, you will be good enough. You seem to be smart. Don't waste a possible talent, especially if you can realize your dream." She frowned.

"I will think about it," I winked, making her smile warmly.

* * *

  We were in front of Seung-Chul's hotel room. I still had the numeric key into my pocket, but I couldn't move. What if he was still inside? What would I do?

  Rosé brushed my hand slightly, giving me some support.

  Taking a big breath, I slid the card into the digital slot and entered, the Aussie following my steps closely. All my luggage wasn't near the entrance anymore. I walked furthermore into the room, trying to catch a glimpse of my belongings. Rosé finally found them in a closet.

  Once I checked if there was anything missing, we quickly left the room. The bed's sheets were still undone, and I felt sick looking at it.

  The Aussie pressed a button to call the elevator then side hugged me.

"See? It went well!"

  I was about to nod when the elevator's doors opened on Seung-Chul and his... girlfriend. I tugged at Rosé's sleeves to warn her and she seemed to understand, as she hid me behind her back.

  It was so awkward and embarrassing. My soon to be ex-husband had nothing to say either. In fact, he should have tried to at least apologize, but the idea surely never crossed his mind.

  I entered the elevator and pressed the 'hall' button, waiting for Rosé to join me inside.

"My lawyer will contact you soon, Seung-Chul. I expect you to sign the divorce papers without resisting."

  Before the doors could close, the woman standing beside my husband walked towards me, her eyes spitting fire.

"I didn't know your pet had a tongue, Seung-Chul."

"Seems like your husband's slut is used to use hers," Rosé said to me, sounding very casual. "I won't precise in what sort of circumstance."

  The stranger pushed her.

"Excuse me?!"

  That's when I lost my self-control and slapped the woman.

"Back off and shut your mouth. As my friend implied, it only seems to be good at doing blow-jobs. And you..." I turned to face Seung-Chul.

  My fist landed into his face.

"My children, MY CHILDREN, don't want you as a father. Once we are divorced, disappear from our lives."

  Then, Rosé and I left them there.

  Inside the elevator, I broke down on my knees, my hands covering my face. I couldn't stop crying as sobs were shaking my body.

  I felt the Aussie embracing me, caressing my hair and soothing me with her words. I didn't know what she was saying; I could only focus on her voice and the scent emanating from her jacket.

  It smelled like sandalwood, warm sand, or even the sea.

* * *

  We returned to Rosé's hotel and put my luggage in a corner, near hers. She asked for an emergency kit and sat me on the edge of the bed, taking out the disinfectant and some bandages.

  I didn't notice I hurt my knuckles. It must have been after I punched Seung-Chul in the face.

"Thank you..." I muttered.

  The teacher stayed silent, just taking care of me.

"When is your flight to Seoul?" She asked.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Would you like to hang out with me? There are still so many places to visit."

  I nodded and we shared a smile.

  My heart was pounding so fast in my chest...

* * *

Rosé's POV:

  We spent the day together, discovering the city furthermore. We ate at the Médicis Fountain, admiring the beauty around us while eating sandwiches. I haven't felt this happy in a while. Everything was perfect.

  It's far better to wander around with someone you appreciate.

  Jisoo insisted on visiting a library and we lost ourselves among the books. We didn't read any since everything was in French, but the atmosphere and the fresh scent of new books were so addicting.

  Evening came sooner than expected, so we went to a bar where a music group was performing.

"I am going to dance. Do you want to come with me?" I yelled because of the noise.

  Jisoo shook her head and lifted her drink up, saluting me. I grinned and made my way towards the dancefloor. The air was hot and smelled like alcohol. Some people were drunk, and I was a bit tipsy myself.

  A guy approached me and put his hands on my hips. We danced together, coloured lights illuminating the darkness of the room. The bass was strong, wild. Even if I was gay, I didn't mind dancing with a man as long as he wasn't too touchy.

  After a song or two, the DJ lowered the sound to take a pause. I came back to Jisoo, finding her sipping on a cocktail quietly while ignoring the curious gazes examining her.

"Did you have fun?" She asked.

"Yes, I love dancing," I grinned. "Too bad you weren't with me."

"To be honest, it's been such a long time since I last went to a bar. I got married at 23, and I don't have good friends with who I can hang out in nightclubs."

"You have me!" I exclaimed putting my hands on her knees.

  She was sitting on a stool, her legs crossed. The Korean looked incredibly sexy.

  Her eyes travelled from my eyes to my shoulders, and I snapped my fingers in front of her face to catch her attention.

"You didn't tell me how old you are."

"27," Jisoo answered with a bit of insecurity.

"Oh, I am 3 years younger, unnie!" I said in a flirty manner.

  My voice was hoarse from the smoke of the cigarette and the alcohol.

  The young mother giggled, lightly slapping my arm.

"You are a dork, Park Chaeyoung."

"You used my Korean name,"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, in fact, I love it!"

  We shared another smile and the music started again. I pulled her in the middle of the bar pressing her body onto mine to keep away her from the other customers.

"I feel bad for having fun this early after all that happened," Jisoo admitted.

"I will sound harsh to you but honestly, he didn't wait to break up with you to have fun."

"Ouch," She winced. "Painful, but true."

  At first, she was shy about swinging her body. I had to put my hands on her hips, moving them to help her get into the rhythm. Jisoo gained in audacity and confidence, and the more I looked at her, the more she was getting attractive.

  When she noticed my gaze on her, her eyes darkened, a sexual tension settling between us. She passed a hand through her hair, biting her lips. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but it was so sexy. I was losing my mind!

  Someone pushed me and I got closer to Jisoo, her breath caressing my cheek. She put her arms around my neck and we kept dancing, hypnotized by each other. When the music ended, it was like someone switched on the lights in a dark room.

  We both backed away, our eyes still locked.

  I looked at my wristwatch. It was really late, and Jisoo needed to rest before her flight.

"We have to go back to the hotel. It's almost 3 am."

  The raven-haired girl nodded and followed me out of the bar. She clung onto my arm, not quite knowing the way back to the hotel. There were some people in the streets who probably chose to party, just like us.

  After a while, we arrived at the Pont des Arts, as we had to cross it.

"So, I told you my dream of being a writer. What's yours? Have you always wanted to be a teacher?"

  I shook my head.

"No. I studied music in a conservatory at first. I wanted to become a musician, maybe produce my own music. But... Life happened. I am not sad about it, though. I keep singing and playing the guitar."

  Jisoo and I stopped in the middle of the bridge. The Korean looked impressed and asked me to sing something.

"No, I don't want to. I don't even have an instrument!" I complained.

"Please, Chaeyoung!" She pleaded with puppy eyes.

  I sighed, giving up, and Jisoo went to lean on the guardrail. After a few seconds, I closed my eyes and let out my voice.

(A/N: Lovely, Billie Eilish)

"Thought I found a way

Thought I found a way, yeah

But you never go away

So I guess I gotta stay now"

  I felt Jisoo staring at me. She had an aura around her, a beautiful yet intimidating aura. I never met anyone like her.

"Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear"

  I put myself into the lyrics, thinking about Yeri, my family. A lonely tear rolled on my cheek as I lowered my tone.

"Isn't it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin and bone

Hello, welcome home..."

  I stopped singing and stayed with my eyes closed, sensing a bit of wind blowing in my hair. Suddenly, a pair of soft lips pressed itself onto mine, like a caress.

  I felt Jisoo tip-toeing to get closer to me, and I responded to her kiss. Oh God, why did she taste so good...

  Her mouth left mine and travelled on my cheek, wiping my tears away. We stayed immobile, not wanting to part from the hug.

"Do you want to put a lock on the bridge?" I asked. "I brought one for you. Lots of tourists do that, not only lovers. It's also for family and friends."

  Jisoo didn't answer and put her face in the crook of my neck. After a moment, she let out a shaky breath and looked up straight into my eyes.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Yes."

"Would you make a promise to me?"

  I nodded, bringing my palm to her jaw and pressing my forehead against hers.

"Rosé... Since... Since I'm going back to Korea tomorrow, and that you live in Australia, I thought... If our paths cross again, promise me that this time, we will stay together."

"I swear before God" I muttered.

  She hugged me more tightly, her face buried in my shoulders. I couldn't control those feelings that were putting my world upside down.

  I pulled a padlock from my purse and put it in Jisoo's hand.

"Let's lock our promise if you want too."

  She nodded and kneeled on the floor, in front of the railing. We put the red lock together, each of us keeping a key.

"Another thing..." Jisoo said quietly.

"Hum?"

"Would you make love to me? I want to feel what it is as I was used by my husband all this time..."

"Would it be right?" I questioned.

"Some things are wrong but feel so right, don't you think?"