Hi, this is my first fanfiction so bear with me please and comment on what you liked about it how I could improve it. It's based on the film 'Les Choristes' , possibly in my opinion the most awesome film ever created. It is about what may have happened to Morhange before the film's events.
"Why?"
The distressed woman whispered, her eyes full of hurt and sorrow. The young man looked at her and his gaze was hard. His dark hair, wild and windswept brushed across his face as he stared at the woman he had once loved and the baby son he always would. Twenty was too young. Too young for this. Yet how could he even be thinking of leaving that baby boy? He hadn't even a name yet!
It was better this way, that the baby should never know his father, never know the devil that deserted him. So fragile he looked.
Why?
Good question he reflected, but it had come too late. It was time for a new life, and a new beginning. Gently, he kissed his week old son on the forehead and looked one last time into the dark angel's eyes before turning his back and walking slowly away, down the dirty cliff road.