15.1: Deadass Secrets
Standing in front of the Eiffel tower is something I definitely didn't see coming.
It's late in the evening and my lips are parted in immense fascination at how bright the tower is and how there aren't many people marvelling at it like I am.
It's quite breathtaking, I almost forget I'm dead.
I turn around and study the trees that guarded the place beautifully and it makes me think, I know no-one in France. I mean, my broke-ass relatives and boring-ass friends never got (and probably never will) the privilege of being here.
And it's always been a dream of mine to visit Paris.
I snap my head to my side to find Tobias staring at a bench occupied by a lady in her late fifties, sitting cross-legged and staring at the full moon.
He's standing straight, his bun lying too low to be useful and his face slightly flushed (which is weird because I thought we're dried clean of our blood. But maybe our biology still works and it's us who can't feel it?).