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?