[ Anna's PoV ]
"Pont des Arts?" My voice was only a whisper as we walked upon the huge bridge with metal railings filled with hundreds and thousands of locks. This place had been glorified in books and movies for being the lovers getaway, to put locks on the railings together and throw away the key into the Sienna river hoping their love to be locked away and its key to be forever lost. Oh, the foolish things lovers. And irony being, love makes these foolish things sweet too.
"They stopped allowing any more locks to be put here a year ago," he said, as we paused around the centre of the bridge and my trailing hands paused to slightly lift one of the many locks there, a dark red with two initials engraved on it as if done last minute with the pointed edge of a key.
"Did they?" Leaving th
