Thank you so much for taking your time to give this little one a shot. I'm beyond grateful.
Still don't own anything. Eh.
Everything is ruined now. I have no hope left. She will never return to me.
{Christine}
I've got two options.
I can either go to my flat and cry myself to sleep or I can stay here and… Well, cry myself to sleep.
Considering that it is way too late for me to wander around Paris all alone, I decide to spend the night in my dressing room.
I take my time while getting ready to bed. I try to focus on brushing my hair extra carefully, I wash my face thoroughly, making sure to remove any traces of the stage make-up that might still be there.
And yet, my mind is otherwise occupied.
When I finally lie down, I close my eyes and try to recall the events which took place… down there.
I cannot remember what exactly his face looked like. I know it was unpleasant to look at, to put it nicely, but if anyone asked for details, I would not be able to provide one.
All I see is his rage, though. His fury was what scared me the most.
I shudder violently.
My God, how am I ever going to mend this mess?
