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This is the beginning and ending of a story. Contribute to it twice on different dates and remember to leave your name between brackets after the paragraphs you write.

"When the lights went off, I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I felt I was under a spell. We had had a wonderful day wandering around Paris and its charming secret places . Jean Pierre was simply...amazing! I couldn't believe I had met such a gentleman in Montmartre while looking for a picture with which decorate my  new apartment   . I really felt, let's say, something "special" when we touched my hand with his unintentionally. After that moment, we had spent all day together, exploring every romantic place in the city and exploring each other. (Silvia Ruiz)

Paris, the city of love. Everything is felt in a more special way if you are in Paris, " La tour d'Eiffel", "les champs Elyseés". It wasn´t my first time there but every single monument, every single place seemed more beautiful with Jean Pierre on my side. Finding love in Paris was, let's say, an amazing and once-in-a-lifetime experience.( Pello Arellano)

I had never felt so alive while my body was resting with the lightness of a bird, happy, for the first time since I could remember, to go to sleep at night. I forgot about Jean Pierre´s existence although aware that being with him was the cause of my euphoria. The cotton of the duvet felt like a holy wrapping that would transport me into some unconscious heaven. I could feel the smell of trees in the air coming in from the courtyard, slipping directly into my nose carrying the history of the earth in its current. All I could sense is that everything was much, much bigger than me, and it was the most peaceful sensation I´d ever felt. (Nick)

Suddenly, I woke up in panic. Jean Pierre was gone and I had forgotten to ask him for his phone number! I didn’t know where he lived and I didn’t even know his surname. Searching for him in Facebook seemed quite unproductive, but looking for him in Paris was crazy. How many people named Jean Pierre could live in this city? I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid, and I was starting to curse my bad luck when someone knocked at my door. I was not expecting any visit, so I put on my ragged bathrobe and opened the  front door. What was my surprise when I saw a young boy holding a  bunch of lilies   and a small  pink envelope  ! (Amaia Martínez)

My first thought was of Jean Pierre, but honestly, I couldn´t know who was the sender. I was shocked for a couple of minutes trying to think who could send me a bunch of lilies. The young boy was looking at me astonishingly so I decided to pick the flowers, open the pink envelope and put an end to all the impossible thoughts that were flying in my mind. ( Pello Arellano)

He handed everything over to me and left without even saying a word."Who was that little cute young boy?" "Why was he coming to my house?" "What was inside the envelope?" "Who had asked him such a weird job?" I was speechless. The past twenty four hours had been unbelievable in all senses and I was in complete shock. I didn´t know whether opening the letter or going  back to sleep   as if all had been part of a crazy nightmare due to lack of rest and the intense and passionate moments lived. However, I was too anxious and eager to discover what was awaiting for me. I sat down in my retro armchair and slowly got rid of the envelope. My eyes could not believe it. (Iranzu Ardaiz)

A bunch of beautiful flowers was in front of me. My first thought was of Jean Pierre, but honestly, I couldn´t know who was the sender.

Jean Pierre had sent me flowers! I just couldn't believe my luck, I felt the luckiest person in the world. I can still remember the smell of those flowers. I opened the small pink envelope and there it was, his lovely handwriting and some beautiful words about our night together... He gave me his telephone number  and I called him immediately. I couldn't wait to see him and I had to return to my hometown in three days. (Tania)

I woke up in a cold sweat and jumped up gasping for air. I didn´t know where I was, if I was in Paris or if Jean Pierre was just a byproduct of my dream. There were flowers, an envelope, his phone number and the romantic proposal to meet. I clutched the sheets in my fists and tried to calm down. I didn´t know what was real. I saw the vase of flowers on top of the dresser and it shook me back to reality. I looked over to my side and he was lying there half-covered by the sheets, fast asleep. "Shit", I thought, that´s the last time I eat chocolate before going to bed. (Nick)

I kissed Robert, my husband, and then I got up and started preparing breakfast as always. It was not the first time it happened to me, but that time was more truthful than ever. The following day I was still doubting if Jean Pierre really existed and if I had ever been in Paris. I had to go to the supermarket to do some shopping and when I was about to take my car and leave for home, I saw him there, dressed in a exquisite way and accompanied by whom I least expected.(Yasmina León)

There he was, holding hands with a beautiful blonde woman, and they were both shopping with the young boy who had brought me the flowers the other day... Was Jean Pierre married? Did he use his own son to bring flowwers to his lover? Was our affair not as secret as it should be? My mind was filled with doubt. (Naroa Lacunza)

A beam of light was entering the windows. What is that noise? I can hardly move my arms...my legs...Why is my head hurting? "Oh, God, it is killing me!" A nurse came in in a hurry shouting "Doctor Baldwin! Doctor Baldwin! Mrs. Geller has awakened!" WHAT!! Where am I? I started shouting in panick...Then next time I opened my eyes my parents were there, holding my hands, crying, laughing, praying. A bunch of lillies was there, just in front of me, were they Jean Pierre's? They had a piece of paper that said: "Sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. You know how much I've loved you. Hope to see you soon completely recovered. Sorry for everything, I didn't mean this to happen. Robert". "Dad...what does this mean? Why am I here in a hospital?" He looked shocked and afraid of telling me something: "Honey, don't you remember anything? You had a car crash. Robert told you he was leaving with another woman and you, in despair, took the car for a ride...and...had an accident. The driver of the other car, a French gentleman, died in the impact of both cars." (Silvia Ruiz)

That following hour was definitely the longest hour I had ever spent. I was panicked, terrified and feeling I was living a dream, again. No, not quite. A dream was not the proper word; but a horrible nightmare. Whilst my parents, both by my side, were engaged in a heated discussion about who was guilty for my current marital situation, who was responsible for the death of the french guy and what kind of future was awaiting for me, I could not utter a word. My mind had gone blank. They kept on with the argument whereas I tried to order all the latest facts I could remember by chronological order. That was an impossible task, though. An idea came to my mind then, which started to be the only thing I could think about, but I was not sure of whom it belonged to: the look of a young, naive boy, with green-brownish eyes, very handsome, nice to look at, rounded face, red cheeks, a nose full of freckles under a sloppy fringe... was it the French man who just died? No, there was some similarity in the physichal features, but the portrait I had in mind showed a younger person than Jean Pierre... I suddenly realized who he was: my son!! WAS HE WITH ME IN THE CAR?? (Maite Ruiz de Erenchun)

I kept on trying to remember what happened, and suddenly a scene came to my mind: I could see Robert, telling me how much he had loved me, he was almost crying, telling me he had an affair with a French woman two weeks before. He was leaving me, he was moving to France, to be with her...but the biggest problem was that he wanted to take our son with them. I remember I went mad and took my son with me, and got into the car. So...he was with me in the moment of the accident...I felt like such a bad mother...How could I risk my child's life because of my anger? (Naroa Lacunza)

My parents were in front of me. Both of them. They had to know the answer. The answer that could change my life for ever, for either valuing my beloved ones more or becoming a sad, guilty and lonely person for ever. The answer should be fast, either a "yes" or a "no"... an "alive" or "dead". I had to do it. I had to ask it. The answer should be quick and painless. Or extremely painful. I needed to know. They sure knew it. And yet, I could not ask. Not with words al least. I raised my head. I stared at them. My mom was looking at me. There it was. The answer. Her eyes told me. (Maite Ruiz de Erenchun)

A look worth a thousand words. Something was going really wrong, but I was not brave enough to face the truth. Was my loved son dead? If so, I could never forgive myself for having done such a horrible thing. It would be better, if I had died too. But well, I had to ask it, because before or after I would have to know it. I breathed deepely and asked my parents: "Was my child with me in the car?" they sorrowfully answered with a "yes..." and I immediately asked them "why haven´t you told me this before?". They replied "Well...you are in a critical situation and the doctors advised us not to talk to you about your son", She then answered in a desperate way and bursting into tears "but please, tell me where he is, tell me he is alive...". "We have been told that he is also in a critical situation but out of danger, so we just need time and see if he recovers soon". Suddenly, I felt much more calmed and at peace with myself, but it was then when I started to think about the driver of the other car who had just died. My parents had told me he was a "French gentleman". Jean Pierre? No please... I could not be a so unlucky person. I was getting immersed in my thoughts when I saw the young and cute boy with a buch of lilies standing at the door of my hospital room. (Nora Gil)

My son was able to walk and he had had the kindness of bringing me such a beautiful bunch of lilies. I told him to come closer, he couldn't hide the tears on his face and I only wanted to hug him for a long time. The fact of knowing that my son had survived the accident gave me reasons to continue living, but my life would not be the same from now on. My husband had cheated on me and I wasn't still sure if I had cheated on him. The accident had changed my life and I decided not to worry about anything, but my son. Robert was planning to move to France with that woman and they wanted the child with them. I had to fight for the custody of my son, I didn't want to lose all those happy days to come, not even for all the gold of the world. (Tania)

However, before starting what would be a war against my husband, the doctors said that I had to remain in hospital for a few more weeks. Although I thought that I was almost recovered, one night I started to feel an unbearable sharp pain in my head. I couldn’t sleep and I could hardly think about any other thing but that damn ache. The doctors didn’t know what to do, so they gave me a very powerful sedative that left me almost unconscious. It was in this condition when I started to have the most bizarre dreams I had ever had. Every night I had the fantasy that a handsome gentleman came into my room and kissed me; but when I tried to move or speak, I felt myself paralyzed. Then, every morning, I woke up on my own, wondering whether that man really existed. (Amaia)

Those weeks at hospital seemed endless.I needed time to pass quickly since I was desperate to go back to my life and routine. Routine! How could I even pronounce that word which would not work for me any longer? And who on earth was that handsome man that invaded my nights filling me with vain illusions? I was tired, I could not bear that situation for long so I decided to call the nurse. I yearned for someone who would listen to me in sileence and give me a good objective piece of advice. Because it was more than clear than I could not trust my parents. They hadn't told me the truth about the accident till the end! So I needed someone impartial, someone anonymous who would listen to my crazy fears. The young nurse called María who was working on the night shift was a good option. She gave me a warm smile when I asked her to stay with me for a while to talk. Was she aware of all the nightmare I had been through? (Rocío Burgos)

I tried to explain to her the nightmare I had been fully inmmersed in for the last couple of weeks. However, I could not get my ideas right and in order. My speech was confusing, faltering, meaningless. It was hardly impossible for me to convey into words the tangle of thoguhts and ideas I had in my mind. She was looking at me in astonishment. She tried to pretend being comprehensive with me and my difficult situation, but the fact is that her reaction was not what I had expected. In fact, she suggested that I should believe and trust my parent´s words. She claimed having talked to them in several occasions and she reassured me saying that I was in very goods hands. But, how could I listen to someone who had prevented from knowing the truth? How could I know that they were telling me the truth now? I was even more confused than at the beggining of the conversation. Why was happening that to me? Why did Rovert want to leave us? Did he really want to take our son away from me? Did I really have this accident on my own? Was Jean Pierre the French gentleman dead after the car crash? Why was I having such bizarre dreams? Why my son and my parents seemed so distante and evasive? Too many questions for a lonely, half devastated woman. However, I didn´t know that soon I was going to get to know the answer of all these mysteries and that I would have prefered not to know it. (Iranzu Ardaiz)

After that decaffeinated conversation with Maria, the nurse, I realized she had not helped me at all, quite the opposite she had made me more confused, and so I decided to go back to bed and try to get some sleep. //"Maybe I'll feel better in the morning after getting some rest”,// I thought. And 5 hours later, that proved to be right. When I woke up, both my parents and my son were surrounding me with an open smile. //“Mum,// //I’ve got great news from the doctor!!! He says you are much better now, so we were planning to make a trip to Greece!! Your favorite place! What do you think?”// Everything had happened so fast that I could hardly utter a word. My son seemed so excited that even I didn’t find the trip to be a good idea I smiled him back and said: “//All right? What about Jean-Pierre? And dad? Will they,… will they… come with us?”// My son changed his face and his smile disappeared. After a few seconds he has able to say: //“ Mum, they’re not with us anymore.. they both died in the accident….we didn’t dare to talk about it before, but it’s high time you face the truth as you need to continue with your life…”//. Both dead? How could that be possible? The two men of my life had vanished in the split of a second and there I was, completely alone…I could not think straight and the air was not coming properly to my lungs. My head was spinning and my feet trembling… I knew what was coming next.. I lost conscience again. (Rocio Burgos)

Then I realized he had lied all the time."