She grew quiet as she heard his voice echoing in her head. Saying her name, singing her name, SCREAMING her name. But she couldn't answer. Her voice... it was gone! If she could only answer, maybe she could save him, but it was impossible...

She woke up screaming that night. It took her hours to calm down... many calming words and many thoughts denying that she could still hear his voice in her head.

They never really had a good marrige. Christine and Raoul had gotten maried in May the year before. The wedding was perfect, exactly like a fairytale. But in Christines mind it was a nightmare. She swore her heart to him, infront of God, when she deep down knew that her heart was long since dead. Some time later, she became with child. Everyone was thrilled, except for her. She had lost the child only a few weeks later. The guilt still tortured her... but it only made her heart grow even colder, and her life was only nightmares nowdays. Nightmares when she was awake aswell.

She had been feeling so sick latley. Terrible headaches and going to bed was becoming a habit, and sometimes she prayed that God would let her die. Everytime her husband brought her to a doctor, she hoperd that he would say that it was over, nothing left to do, but she always ended up let down. Always. God wanted her to live and suffer, that was her punishment. So she sunk in to a grey and depressed state, where no one could really contact her. That was where she wanted to be... alone with her memories.

She remembered the mask and the voice. And the mirror. She had brought the mirror with her when she left. But she could no longer sing for him. She couldn't sing when she knew he couldn't hear.

She became seriously ill a few days later. It was a fever that was eating her alive, and no doctors in France could stop it. The fever was in her heart.