Tracing Bells

by Scooter12345

Pierre has a reflective moment on the losses he's faced. He watches life go on as it did only to realize that it's no good living in the past. WAY BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS! If you like it than I will write more chapters. As of now it is a One-shot.

Tracing Bells

Pierre stood at the base of the large bells in Notre Dame. "Cathedrals destroyed or built by vagabonds?" He mused.

He watched Jehan poke his head into Claude's study. He watched Claude studying the Bible. He looked at the bells and watched Quasi ring them. He looked out the window and watched Esmeralda dance, Dajali seemed to understand his grieving. He saw Clopin the King of the Gypsies and puppeteer working in the colored tent.

He smiled but remembered these were only illusions. Phoebus, that idiot, ran off after it was all over. Pierre, no he never left, Pierre stayed. Dajali buried his furry face into Pierre's leg. Pierre picked up the she-goat and buried his face in that soft fur. Pierre ran his hand over the side of the bells. He then ran around the rim tracing it.

He was tracing the bells. . . he watched them sway slightly. "I'm tracing bells," he smiled.

He was imprinting them in his memory.

He was tracing the past.

I was looking up pictures on google of Bells from Notre Dame and I came up with this.