Poor Katey, forced to relive everything from her other life. The good, the bad, and the heart-breaking.

Well, dear faithful readers whom make me happy by reviewing, (at least I hope) I'm going to change up the story.

I'm going to write from a different POV! The 'All-knowing' POV, but from Paris, 1871!

(To WanderingTeen: I have you in here in another sort of small part, and you are listed as 'Hannah'. I WOULD use Amanda again, but it isn't exactly time period efficient.)

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"But how could she be here? We all saw her; oh it's punishment for our sins!" Christine sobbed.

The solemn group around her nodded, but most looked as though they didn't want to believe her.

"We shouldn't have let her be Aminta." Isabelle said tearfully, recalling the stubborn look upon Fleur's face before she went on stage.

"What could we have done to stop her? She was bound and determined to take over the role." Said one of the chorus members, sighing.

"It's my entire fault!" Christine wailed for the thousandth time since… since the night of Don Juan.

"Christine, you were afraid, worse things could have happened if you went on." Said Meg, putting an arm around her best friend to try and comfort her.

"Fleur died, Meg. What could have been worse? Go ahead, tell us." Richard demanded, furious.

The group of actors and singers now all glared at Meg, daring her to come up with something worse than the death of an innocent girl.

"Well…" she began in a very small voice. "The Ghost could have brought down the chandelier again…"

"So?" said a few voices a once. "We could have prevented that." A chorus member said angrily.

"Then forget I said it. I was only trying to comfort Christine…" Meg said, feeling like a fool.

"Then choose your words carefully." Fredrikk spat at her.

Meg bowed her head, and didn't say a word.

"Poor girl…" said Hannah, one of the ballet girls, speaking of Fleur. "Did you see any of her family members at the funeral?"

"She didn't have a family." Christine responded, wiping her eye.

"She had us." Said Richard, and a few nodded. "And that beau… Francois I believe?" he added.

"The poor man. Did you see him? Sitting there, not shedding a tear because he was still in shock. I think he truly loved her, you know?" Hannah sighed.

"He planned to ask for her hand. He went and asked Madame Giry and everything." Christine affirmed.

The group was shocked to hear this. Poor Fleur Delacour; She had been robbed of love at such a young age, and by a madman far beneath the Opera House floors.

Groups of men had ventured below the ground to try and find the demon that took their friend, but found naught for their troubles.

They couldn't even find Fleur's body, and it was rumored to have been found in such a mangled form that it was beyond hope of 'fixing' before the funeral.

So her 'celebration of life' had taken place in the ballet practice room, as it was one of the only rooms big enough to fit all of the people at the Opera house, but without a casket with a body.

There was an alter with a painted portrait of Fleur, benches were brought in to seat all of Fleur's 'family', and black gauze draped from the ceiling to add a mournful look.

A priest was brought, and he read out the Catholic service, and afterward a beautifully made urn was taken to the graveyard and buried under a marker that read: 'Fleur Delacour – 1854 – 1871 – Of which the clearer was not known, her mind or her complexion. Such an everlasting grace, such a beatific face, Incloysters here this narrow floor, that posses all hearts before.'

"What happened to him?" Hannah asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"I heard he took to the bottle." Said Isabelle in a hushed voice.

"I heard he drowned himself in the River Seine." Suggested a chorus member.

"No, I was told he hung himself." Fredrikk broke in.

Christine looked shocked at this news. She had clearly thought he simply left Paris out of grief, not hung himself, turned drunkard, or drown himself. ,

"Well wherever he is now, let us hope he is with Fleur, so they can finally be together." Christine declared, and stopped all talk of the death of their cherished Ballet girl and her lover.

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Well aren't they ignorant?