http://slow.writerscafe.org/NathanWest The original writings of author Nathan West en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776301019 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the days following my experiences on top of the Eiffel Tower, I began to feel the first signs of change. I was allowing the memories of Stacy to run riot through my mind with every passing minute and I felt no sadness; Just pride and happiness, and the absolute honour of knowing an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295636/ For some strange reason I suddenly had some strength to believe that this random young American was the answer I'd been looking for. Suddenly I could see a little bit clearer, and the thoughts in my mind were subsiding, albeit extremely slowly. Even then, I didn't care. Maria was givi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295635/ What the hell was I doing? I mean really, Paris still had no draw for me, and I should have left by now. So why was I sitting casually in a French restaurant on top of the Eiffel tower with an American girl I didn't even know? I felt like an idiot, even when Maria had shown off her conside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295626/ I snapped myself out of my memories and turned to look across the city of Paris once more. Additional memories made appearances before my very eyes and I began to break down. Once upon a time, I had been easily capable of controlling my emotions, before Stacy died in my arms on that day six months a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295403/ The first thing I realised as I emerged from the stairwell was that I was a lot higher than I thought. The towers height was actually quite deceptive from the ground, and as I moved over to the viewing balcony, I found myself able to fully appreciate this place for the first time. I looked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295377/ Work copyrighted by law. Nathan West 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295350/ I was cursed to roam this world, alone and broken. After everything I have done and all of the pain I have caused. It was the least I deserved. I had lost everything I had ever loved. And it was killing me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295338/ In Paris, Maria Booth stumbles across a man who has lost everything but his name. A man who has nothing left to live for. Can she save a live, whilst keeping her own secret safe? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NathanWest/1295333/