A/N: This is my first fic for BROOKLYN the Musical. If you haven't heard of it, check it out. It's really good.
Paris, France was usually known as the city of love, lover's walking hand and hand, sharing a kiss under the Eiffel Tower but to Faith it was the city of depression, the reminder of what she used to have with Taylor Collins whom now resided in the United States.
She had become the dancer she had always hoped to be, performing all over, her stage name The Parisian Butterfly but when she danced, it reflected her broken heart she had at this moment and probably would forever, at least until she was reunited with Taylor.
She sat staring out the window as the snow falling on the ground watching as a young couple exchanged a kiss before huddling close to keep warm. She could only sneer, plotting against herself and not in a good way. Everyone's with someone, except me. She thought, turning to get up, going to get ready for her show.
"I can't handle this anymore." She mumbled, quietly to herself, not realizing that her five-year-old daughter, Brooklyn had come in.
"Mommy, what can't you handle?" She asked, curiously, moving to sit in the seat her mother had once occupied, watching as her mother prepared for her final show.
"Nothing Brooklyn." Faith replied, keeping her gaze away. "I love you, Brooklyn." She added, leaving the room, hearing the little girl return the words. She looked around to find a rope. I can't live this life anymore. It hurts way too much to continue. I miss Taylor. I don't understand why we can't be together now. This world is to cruel. She thought, walking over to people who worked at the theater once a rope was found.
"There's a change in props and dance." She told them, not going into much detail as she climbed up into the rafters. No tears fell as she tightened the rope around the cold metal railing, tying a knot in the end to make a noose.
As the lights dimmed, the announcer came on, "Madame and monsieur, we are proud to present The Parisian Butterfly in her Tour de France, The Unfinished Lullaby" She said, stepping off the stage. Faith, by then had slipped the noose around her neck and prepared to take her final leap as the Butterfly that graced the stage.
I will miss nothing about this world. she thought, descending down knowing that since she couldn't be with Taylor this was for the best, not thinking much of Brooklyn. She knew she would be taken care of. By the time the audience comprehended what was going on, Faith hung at the noose, no longer breathing, her body in a tremble before growing still.
The Parisian Butterfly ended her life on the stage. The show defiantly proved to be one that would be memorable for a long time.