Zoey’s point of view :-
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“Okay. Enough about me. Now it’s your turn. I was wondering a question since I talked to you yesterday.”
“What is it about?”
“Yesterday, you called Paris the city of horror. Why? What happend to you here that you are afraid to come here?” Just as I said that, his face became sad. It seemed like he was in deep thought. I know this story must be really painful for him, or else he would never stay silent by my question. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him that.
“Noah. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. We all have some secrets that is better inside our hearts.” I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to console him.
“It’s okay. You are my friend now. There are no problems to share my stories with you. I just got drowned in the
