Because their story didn't end at the right time, in the right place,
because they let their feelings go to waste,
it was written, I think, that Eugene and Tatiana
would find each other
ten years later,
one morning in winter,
under terra firma
on the Meteor, Line 14 (magenta) of the
Paris
metro.
Eugene and Tatiana could have fallen in love. If things had gone differently.
If they had tried to really know each other. If it had just been them, and not the others. But that was years ago and time has found them far apart, leading separate lives.
Until they meet once more in Paris.
What really happened back then? And now? Could they ever be together after everything?
Powerful, intelligent, and set in a Parisian's-eye view of Paris, a story about the love that got away.
