Guilty Beauty Love

Eleonore walked around the garden, hoping to clear her head. She was going to bring jackson, but he was sleeping so peacefully for the first time in weeks and she didn't want to wake him. She felt around in her pockets. Nothing. Damn. She needed money. Jackson needed food. Elle hated begging. But she could easily trick a guy into giving her the cash. She looked around the garden, then spied her victim on a bench and then strutted over and plopped herself down beside the boy.

"Hi there, who might you be" Elle asked, playing the sweet, innocent card

Julian leaned back on the bench, his gaze moving from each passer by girl to the next in quick succession, giving each of the attractive ones appraising looks. There was nothing quite like Paris in the springtime. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, sighing softly. It'd been cold for much too long. He'd been sick of it the moment it'd begun.

Glancing over at the girl who'd sat down beside him, he raised an eyebrow at her bright blue hair, but said nothing of it. After all, it wasn't as if Nine's hair wasn't just as bright.

"Who wants to know?"

"My name is Eleonore Rose, call me Ellie, or Rose either works." Ellie had decided this boy was too, well, she didn't want to swindle him anymore. Instead, she wanted to gain his trust and keep it. He seemed like he'd be a good companion.

"I love this place, don't you? It just seems to make you feel like your trobles are gone."

He blinked at the girl, for a few moments just watching her. Why was some stranger trying to talk to him? Of course, he had just asked her who she was, but he hadn't actually been expecting a response.

Why were people so weird?

"Well, nice to meet you then, Eleonore." The words were a lie. There was nothing overtly nice about meeting her. But those words were expected from him, weren't they?

Julian glanced around the garden. He could hardly say he loved the place. It was nice, yes, but he held no love for the place. And his troubles still existed. He just didn't focus on them, as he always did when they had no important to the situation.

"No, not really. It's just a place. Your troubles exist here, just as they do when you leave."