Here's the next chapter, it's really short and there isn't really a point to it, so I'm going to post the next chapter really soon. The next chapter will be longer and much better, I think. Thank you for the reviews, and I hope you like it.
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Chapter 9
Later that evening, I told Father that I would be right back and headed for Christian's hotel. I was reminded of the last night he had spent in London, when we had snuck out of the house to the train station. As I crept down the street toward Christian's hotel, memories came rushing back to me. His radiant smile and bright blue eyes. The sound of his light laughter echoed in my mind. I missed those days terribly. I wondered if Christian would ever return to his old self again.
As I came closer to my destination, I began to hear someone singing. I stopped for a moment and tilted my head to hear better. It was very faint. Thinking it must be in my imagination, I continued to walk toward the alley. As I drew nearer and nearer, the singing gradually became louder and clearer. I could barely see Christian's silhouette with the weak light of the streetlamp.
"Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more."
I could tell it was Christian, but his voice sounded so different. It was no longer the young, vibrant voice that it once was. It was still beautiful, but he sounded so much older, and terribly sad. I stayed out of his site in the darkness, watching and listening to his beautiful song.
"Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time."
He paused for a moment, wiping the tears from his cheeks. I held my breath and observed him quietly.
"Come what may," he whispered. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly broke down into sobs, sitting on the ground and hugging his knees to his chest like a scared little child. I was stunned, wondering what could have happened in Paris to affect him this way. I had never seen anyone that miserable before.
"Satine," he moaned. "Why did you have to leave me behind?"
All I could do was watch and listen to my brother's sobbing echo through the dark, empty streets of London.
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