KK42: *sigh* alright because of a request I decided to do this. I would like to say though that this won't be nearly as good as the first because the first chappie was originally for an English essay and so I didn't put as much effort into this one. I'm really sorry! But I hope you may like it. (personally I hate it) anyways R &R and no flames! Please enjoy! ^^ Disclaimer: nope don't own Count of Monte Cristo.

Remembering I stood in my crumble apartment a waiting for the outcome of the duel. My hands were shaking thinking if Albert would be the one who came back. Or. Would it be the count of Monte cristo who would come to my room to mourn the death of my son with me? I sat in the old rusted chair in the corner of the room, rummaging through my head. I remembered all the long and forgetful memories of me and Edmond in Marseilles, sharing our love together like it was a never-ending dream. But that soothing time soon passed and there was no more Edmond Dantes. Remembering those days made me did something that I had not done eversince I had Albert. Smile. In some ways, Albert was the one person who kept me from disappearing forever. Suddenly, beads of sweat stripped down my face that I wasn't even thinking that I would lose a love one.
When I told Albert the truth, I felt some how relieved that I released a fact that had always crowded my head. Albert was not though. His face quickly turned pale, realizing what he had just done. Ambling towards the door, I asked him what he was going to do. He turned his head and said to me saying that the past did not matter to me. He left. My blood rushed into my head. I was so confused now and days. Would Albert follow his father's traits and become merciless to the Count of Monte Cristo. Or rather shall he not fight the count? As I stood there staring down at the cold floor I thought that why my lord wanted this conflict. I had no idea, what shall become of the future for me?

Ugh. Man im really bad at writing to tell you the truth, so im just gonna say Read and review, *sigh* (walks into the corner and starts to write why she's a klutz, not that its good or anything)