Hell in Paris

"Hell in Paris" by Gal E. Cohen
It all started as a romantic evening with Ron in the city of lights. Vintage love songs were playing in the background of the restaurant. We just stared at each other with delight and patience. The world could’ve crashed down and we still wouldn’t have moved a bit. Finally the waitress arrived with the bill. She rested a black leather folder in the table. I reached out but Ron had beaten me to it. He beamed with satisfactory, “This is my treat, Melissa.” Ron was such a gentleman.
“I don’t know what to expect next from you,” I smiled as he places the money in the folder. We took our coats from the coatroom and stepped out into the chilly winter night. I turned right and started walking back to our hotel. Ron’s cold hand grabbed mine playfully and turned me back around.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
“This was just the beginning,” he grinned. “We’re going over there.” Ron pointed into the far view straight ahead. My eyes lit up and my mouth went dry.
“I can’t, it’s too soon,” I opposed.
“I was hoping you’d have gotten over it by now.”
“Well does it seem like I have?” I asked.
“At least try, I’ll be with you,” he tried to comfort me. “We have to go, I paid 300 Euros so we wouldn’t have to wait in line and go to the top platform with no refunds.”
Nothing in this world took me out of my comfort zone; everything was serene and wonderful as long as I stayed on the ground. I never wanted to get off of it again.
“Make it quick and painless,” I found myself agreeing.  We walked slowly towards the tower of death as I tried to turn around but couldn’t.  
As we entered the area, we walked past hundreds of people who looked at us with confusion.  Ron led the way to the tickets counter and showed the lady his receipt.  She welcomed us in and let us through.  
My heart beat faster and faster as we stepped closer to the elevators. It seemed to stop as we entered them, but when they shot up it beat rapidly to assure me I’m alive. The elevators shot into the sky as massive energy barriers. I swear I could hear the glass rub roughly against the oxygen particles, the higher the stronger. I pressed myself up to Ron to support myself from falling. I felt like I would drop any second, even if the elevator it’s self didn’t.
Finally we reached the top platform. The doors separated and everybody stepped out. Ron quickly pulled me out and the doors shut behind our backs. 276 meters off the ground, standing on nothing but solid iron was suicidal. Ron was the only thing that somehow kept me from freaking out.  He was the only person that could succeed in persuading me on going higher than a few floors of a building.
My whole body trembled in disturbance of the view. Everything was so tiny. Ron was enjoying himself as I experienced what felt like a breakdown. All I could do was pull my lips upward and pretend I was happy as well. A cold strong wind blew my hair back as I decided to take a look at the famous view. I regretted that moment immediately. Standing still I felt movement just by looking down on the figures on the ground. I slowly walked to Ron and felt a little push from under me, a vibration.
At first there was total silence and everyone froze in place. In a second it all converted into panicky screams from all level platforms.  Suddenly, I heard a crash. I turned around quickly. Before my eyes I saw iron bars and parts of the tower fall onto the platform and down to the far ground. I felt the tower beginning to tilt. People rushed and the ones who had fallen crawled all to the elevators. The security guards and employees of the tower refused to power them. They said that for everyone’s safety we should clutter into the center as and try not to move or panic.
Ron and I sat and leaned against a tall bar and watched the people around us. Some refused to follow the orders. I could understand them. I myself couldn’t think and process what was happening. My whole body froze. The darkness around Ron and I was bigger than ever. I felt surrounded by fear and nothingness again. The tower tilted more as one of the base legs started falling apart. I couldn’t stand this feeling; the height, the depth of the situation and not knowing what was going to happen. I needed to know. I saw a bar fall and break part of the safety rail, leaving an opening.
I let go of Ron’s hand and got up. I left the center running to the opening. We were about 100 meters high at the moment. Ron looked at me and a tear rolled down his cheek as he realized what I was about to do and sprinted my way. I wanted to see the light. I separated myself from safety but it grabbed me by the arm. I hung down and looked over hundreds of scared faces. Gravity could’ve let it be, God could’ve finally had me. I decided to look up at my lifesaver. Of course it was Ron. His strong arms pulled me back up to him.  
I was ashamed. I couldn’t believe what I had done. Ron’s short brown hair blew in all directions as the wind got stronger and the tower got closer to the ground. The falling parts got larger. Ron picked me up and lied me down near the center of the platform.  “It’s my fault,” he whispered in my ear.
One base foot of the tower fell completely apart and the tower suddenly tilted even more down. We were at the height of 50 meters by now. Everybody was unbalanced. Most people took action quickly and grabbed the bars near them. A few rolled down till they reached the safety rail and grabbed onto that. One person rolled aside and hung by a bar further down. It was Ron. He hung and swayed with the movement or the tower looking down.
The tower fell lower and bars were falling everywhere. I felt the wind blow and the people cry out loud. A sudden sound was heard from about me, it was a falling bar. It fell quickly right in my direction. Quickly I grabbed the other nearest bar and hung from there, but the bar kept falling. It fell down straight in Ron’s way.
“Ron!!!” I screamed with all my might. I could not move to help him. He looked up but it was too late. That was the last time I saw his pretty face. He smiled, or at least he tried. The bar hit his head and he immediately let go of the bar. Blood dripped and his body dropped down past others. I watched him fall as I cried and said, “I love you.”
It all ended without Ron as a deathly night in the city of death.