pictures of paris


I promised Necker pics so here are some Necker pics.

Necker being the hospital where Combeferre interned. Or the one he mentions anyway, presumably he interned in multiple hospitals?

The first pic is a view from the street. The second one is from the main entrance to the courtyard.

(Tbh, looking through these, the angles are actually kinda crap. Sorry ;;;; uh… @midautumnnightdream do you have better ones? Where you could actually see the main entrance maybe?)

(I mean this is still better than nothing but I could definitely have done a better job. In my defence, I was super tired at the time.)

Anyway more under a cut:

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.