Alone in a darkened room, a young woman sits in a corner on the floor. Her knees tucked to her chest and her head hanging in her lap. Few candles flicker about the room giving it a feeling of deep despair. She lifts her head with a vacant expression and the flames illuminate the wet streaks that have fallen down her face. She stares expressionless across the room to a table where a typewriter sits; haunting her.
Taking a large drink from a bottle in her hand she rises, using the wall at her back for support. Slowly she crosses to the table, sets her bottle down on the end, and sits in the wooden chair facing the apparatus. With a deep breath to steady her shaking hands she begins to type.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return."
A/N:
Super short introduction to my newest fic. Moulin Rouge is my favorite movie, Jane and Maura are my favorite characters. This is sure to be a train wreck.
Enjoy!