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Chapter 11
Calliope pulled away from Michel with full force. She turned and ran through the crowd elbowing her way to the door. Michel, though mildly, stunned took off running after her.
Calliope stumbled just as a break opened up. She picked herself up and threw open the double doors to feel a sudden rush of the cold night air against her face. The sudden contrast reawakened her senses and she rushed out into the street.
"Calliope," Michel shouted. He continued his pursuit, but Calliope was determined to make it to her destination.
A gentle mist filled the street and the crispness of the air only motivated Calliope's heated stride. Michel, not far behind, was still in a confused state, but with each turn of the corner his concern for her increased more and more.
Finally, Calliope came to stand before a ragged building. She paused to catch her breath. The puffs of mist being evident from her winded face. Just as Michel turned a corner to see her, Calliope rushed inside.
"Calliope," he shouted again, but her determination had deafened her to anything that was in the cruel, hard world. After all, it must be for snatching away the life of Satine.
Calliope clambored her way up the first flight of stairs, and took the second in long steps. Michel was intent on catching her and followed quickly behind.
Finally, on the second floor, Calliope had come to a heavy wooden door. She nearly tackled it with a ferocity uncommon to a lady, and she began to bang on it with her fists.
"Paul," Calliope shouted. "Paul, it is Calliope." Tears began to fill her eyes as she realized the news she was about to share with the man that fathered Satine's child. "Paul, please, something horrible has happened."
At last, Paul opened the door only to catch Calliope, weak from grief and overexertion. Michel had rounded the final flight of stairs just in time to witness the sight.
"What is going on here?" Michel demanded.
"I'd like to know that myself, friend." Paul grasped Calliope by the shoulders and pushed her away far enough to look into her eyes.
Calliope looked up at him with a pang in her heart. "Paul," she strained on the word as she gasped for air. "Paul, Satine has died tonight."
The shock hit Paul all at once. He found himself speechless as Calliope pulled her hands to her face to sob in them. Michel was quick to comfort her. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her as Paul slowly let his hands fall to his side.
Calliope found a new strength in Michel's arms. She wiped the tears away from her face and turned to Paul.
"Paul," she began carefully, "what about Aurelie?"
Paul remained speechless as he turned to reenter his flat. Calliope and Michel entered behind him. Slowly, Paul collected his senses.
"She," he began as the heartache sunk in, "she is asleep in my bed." He approached a chair and lowered himself easily in to it. Once rested, he brought his fist to his face and struggled to fight back the tears.
Calliope thought for a moment. She wanted to be careful not to insult him in this moment of grief. She fell gently to her knees and took Paul's other hand.
"Paul," she began with care, "Michel and I will be marrying soon. We will leave for Italy shortly there after where we intend to make a home for ourselves." Paul did not seem to be absorbing this information or at least was not connecting it to his pain. "Paul," she began again, "I would like it very much..." she paused, "if you would allow us to take Aurelie, and let us raise her as our own."
Well, I'm not sure what will happen next so stay tuned. I promise to update very soon.
Chapter 11
Calliope pulled away from Michel with full force. She turned and ran through the crowd elbowing her way to the door. Michel, though mildly, stunned took off running after her.
Calliope stumbled just as a break opened up. She picked herself up and threw open the double doors to feel a sudden rush of the cold night air against her face. The sudden contrast reawakened her senses and she rushed out into the street.
"Calliope," Michel shouted. He continued his pursuit, but Calliope was determined to make it to her destination.
A gentle mist filled the street and the crispness of the air only motivated Calliope's heated stride. Michel, not far behind, was still in a confused state, but with each turn of the corner his concern for her increased more and more.
Finally, Calliope came to stand before a ragged building. She paused to catch her breath. The puffs of mist being evident from her winded face. Just as Michel turned a corner to see her, Calliope rushed inside.
"Calliope," he shouted again, but her determination had deafened her to anything that was in the cruel, hard world. After all, it must be for snatching away the life of Satine.
Calliope clambored her way up the first flight of stairs, and took the second in long steps. Michel was intent on catching her and followed quickly behind.
Finally, on the second floor, Calliope had come to a heavy wooden door. She nearly tackled it with a ferocity uncommon to a lady, and she began to bang on it with her fists.
"Paul," Calliope shouted. "Paul, it is Calliope." Tears began to fill her eyes as she realized the news she was about to share with the man that fathered Satine's child. "Paul, please, something horrible has happened."
At last, Paul opened the door only to catch Calliope, weak from grief and overexertion. Michel had rounded the final flight of stairs just in time to witness the sight.
"What is going on here?" Michel demanded.
"I'd like to know that myself, friend." Paul grasped Calliope by the shoulders and pushed her away far enough to look into her eyes.
Calliope looked up at him with a pang in her heart. "Paul," she strained on the word as she gasped for air. "Paul, Satine has died tonight."
The shock hit Paul all at once. He found himself speechless as Calliope pulled her hands to her face to sob in them. Michel was quick to comfort her. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her as Paul slowly let his hands fall to his side.
Calliope found a new strength in Michel's arms. She wiped the tears away from her face and turned to Paul.
"Paul," she began carefully, "what about Aurelie?"
Paul remained speechless as he turned to reenter his flat. Calliope and Michel entered behind him. Slowly, Paul collected his senses.
"She," he began as the heartache sunk in, "she is asleep in my bed." He approached a chair and lowered himself easily in to it. Once rested, he brought his fist to his face and struggled to fight back the tears.
Calliope thought for a moment. She wanted to be careful not to insult him in this moment of grief. She fell gently to her knees and took Paul's other hand.
"Paul," she began with care, "Michel and I will be marrying soon. We will leave for Italy shortly there after where we intend to make a home for ourselves." Paul did not seem to be absorbing this information or at least was not connecting it to his pain. "Paul," she began again, "I would like it very much..." she paused, "if you would allow us to take Aurelie, and let us raise her as our own."
Well, I'm not sure what will happen next so stay tuned. I promise to update very soon.