A/N: Dream makin' time! :)
He went into her room to find that she wasn't there. Like any good detective, he began searching the room for clues. Clues of where she had gone. Clues of his suspicion. He found a wooden box under her bed. It contained everything that he had ever written to her. This made him smile.
He walked over to her dressing table to look at the many vases of flowers that she had already received from her new admirers. This wiped the smile from his face. He wondered if she still loved him.
Then he saw what he was looking for, though he wasn't looking for anything specific. A small black velvet box sat on the table. He carefully picked it up in his hands. He slowly lifted the lid. Inside the box was what he knew would be there. A ring. A very beautiful, very expensive, engagement ring. He quickly shut the lid and put the box back.
He could feel the anger boiling inside him. Not being able to control his usually calm actions, he took one of the vases of flowers and smashed it to the floor.
"Édouard!" Léonie exclaimed, coming into the room. "What are you doing?!"
"What's this?" he asked angrily, picking up the ring box and tossing it at her. She caught it easily.
"It's a gift," she said quietly.
"A gift?! I'm pretty sure that 'gift' comes with some strings attached!" he told her coldly. "Who gave it to you?"
She put the box back onto the table. "The Comte de Chevigny."
"I guess that means you belong to him now."
"I don't belong to anyone!"
"That ring says otherwise!"
"What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to give up my dreams for you? I can't do that! I've worked too long and hard!" she told him, getting as angry as he was.
"I'm not asking you to give up your dreams, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't lie to me! You didn't have to tell me that you loved me just to get some extra attention."
"You think this is all about me getting attention, then? I wasn't lying. I do love you." She crossed her arms.
"Well then, it would be nice if you didn't act like a little whore," he spat at her.
She slapped him hard in the face. "How dare you! I have done nothing but wait for you! Wait for you to make enough money. Wait for you to get promoted. Wait for you! And now you treat me like this?!"
"I hope that the man, the Comte of wherever, who gave you that ring can make you happy. I obviously can't."
He swept out the door, his coat billowing behind him.
He could feel his anger almost spilling out of him. He had to leave or else he may do something that he would really regret. He ran down the stairs and out into the night air. He ran all the way to the Pont Carrousel, which overlooked the Seine river.
He took a merlot colored velvet box out of his pocket and contemplated throwing in into the river. Not only his mind, but his heart stopped him. Now all he had to do was to think about how he was going to fix this mess...