Isabelle sat beside me at my table. Holding my hand, she said, "Hey, I've heard something."
Of course she did. Everyone did.
We were like movie stars - everyone knew about us. Everyone wants to know about us. We were on the front pages, headlines, the talk of the crowd. Their days were often incomplete without the mention of our names.
And now that we are no more, now that what's supposed to be us has gone away like the wind, the more we see ourselves on every front pages, on every headlines, on every chit chats.
Our love was like the death of a celebrity.
Famous and gone.