Chapter One
The silent tears streamed down her face, though she could hardly feel them with the rain pelting down on her. With each drop that touched her face, she was reminded of her sins. Of all the wrongs her father made her do. The stealing. The lying. The cheating. The everything. She couldn't take this anymore. She sank to the icy pavement, feeling more defeated than she had ever been in her life. She was emaciated, tired, and chilled to the bone. This was it, she thought, the night that ends at last. Her eyelids started to close for the very last time. Her final thoughts were filled with regret and sorrow. All of her wrongdoings, all of her grief, but most importantly, of the boy who would never love her. "Yes," she breathed, "this is it." She finally let her eyes close, with a young man in the distance being the last thing she saw.
The boy ran his hand through his soft, golden curls. As he stormed out of Café Musain, he could hear the other members of Les Amis calling his name, asking him to return to their table. But how could he? His revolution was falling apart right in front of his eyes. No one seemed to care about their cause and all the members of Les Amis were either romantics or drunks… or both. "Is this just a lost cause?" he whispered into the night. "What am I even fighting for?" The young man's fist hit the wall as he looked to the showering skies. He closed his eyes and turned his head, only to see a dying young girl a mere 20 feet away.