#hava task

Paris. That was her destination. She had wanted to go there ever since she was old enough to know that it was a city that existed. When she walked for the first time on the french teritory, she knew she had made the right choice. Every doubts she had, washed away by the cold wind. She shivered a bit and smiled. A genuine smile, not the forced smile she got used to give people. For the first time in her life, she felt free of any kind of pressure. It was the end of the world and she was finally happy. Was it because she knew it was over anyway, or was it Paris? She couldn't tell. With only a few days to live, she knew she had to make the most of it even if it wasn't going to be easy. Everything becomes kind of crazy when you know the end is near. She didn't mind though. She would spend her last moments on earth walking down the streets of the lovely city. The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, all those bridges sitting across the Seine, all those avenues at night with all their lights on. It felt like paradise. When she wasn't wandering in the city, she was sitting on a bench, writting her last words on her moleskine, writting the book she never wrote before without any pressure on her shoulder. No one will ever read it now, but does it matter?