Whisper of paris

y heavy. Julien walked her to the train station, the silence between them louder than any words they could

tood on the platform. Her voice

ved deep into his coat pocke

guess herself, she stepped aboard. Julien stood motionless as the train

, snippets of lives lived apart. Julien's drawings of Paris streets carried a melancholy she had never seen b

ter, Clara's photos more distant. Eventually, the silence between them grew, and