Chapter 18:
Rachelle de Chagney Vincore
Beloved Daughter, Sister, and Wife
October 3, 1913-November 19, 1934
Elysia couldn't look away from the Epitaph, although her eyes clouded from her tears. Christian held her hand gently. Everyone had left, expect for them. Elysia sat down in front of the tombstone, running her fingers along the letters,
The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending of
What we've begun?
Will we remember
What we've done wrong?
Christian kneeled beside her. "I don't know how to cope with this," he said. Elysia sighed, "You don't need to rush it." "I know," he said, "It's just hard." Elysia nodded, "I know, I know." Christian leaned into her, she kissed his forehead lightly. A car door interrupted their silence, as Marcus ran up.
"Christian," he said, "We need to talk. The Germans are going to march through here." Christian nodded, kissing Elysia's cheek, "I'll be back. Wait for me?" "Always," she answered, "Always." she watched him leave, tugging at her black dress, crouching down. She sighed.
The turn against the world we know
Now our destiny will be decided
She felt tears pour down. How could something that was so wonderful be swallowed away by the darkness. It reminded her of how a butterfly was so beautiful, so hopeful, would be devoured by a hateful, spiteful praying mantis.
We have to send
Our brothers in arms
With pain in our heart
We watched them go
Will they return?
She stood, walking through the sets of graves. She stopped when she reached a field of dandelions, white on green she sat down in them lazily.
Truth is we had
No choice
We'll try to shield those we can
No better world
Let this end
Mothers cry
Our boys die
But we'll stand…
Till the end.
Elysia blew the dandelion, it bursting away, caught by wind. "Elysia," Christian said, "Come, we have to get your things." Elysia stood, turning, "My things?," "We're going to leave," he said, "Get away from Paris."
Elysia got home, and packed her bags. Christian watched her, sadly wishing he didn't have to do this. But he knew he had to keep her safe. "Maybe we cam come back," she said, "Someday…" Christian nodded, "Maybe someday."
Christian left early the next morning while Elysia finished packing, so he could tell Marcus he was leaving. He knocked on the door to the Vincore home surprised to see a petite blonde answer the door. "Fleur," he said surprised. Fleur eyed him curiously before letting him in.
"can I help you Christian?," she asked. "Yes," he answered," I need to see Marcus…is he here?" Fleur shook her head, "He went to her grave, he wanted to make sure her flowers were fresh." Christian nodded, "I need you to do me a favor…" He handed her a letter, "Give this to him for me." "I will," she said taking it. He left and her eyes drooped to the envelope. She quickly opened it:
Dear Marcus,
Regrettably, you are right. Elysia and myself are taking a trip to the woods near Lascnia Pianga. It's so small, I truly believe that they won't find us. Elysia is packing valuables she thinks we'll need. She's such a miracle worker. I promise to write you, and let you know how we are doing.
Sincerely,
Christian de Chagny,
Your dear friend.
Fleur threw it in the fire place. She truly hoped they were caught,
Jealous of the girl who caught your eye
One of my darker days
When you looked at her where was I?
Shoulda been in her place
Here I am
All alone imagining what could have been
If I had been there
Fleur threw away the envelope and sat on the coach. She looked up to the ceiling,
Jealous of the one who's
Arms are around you
Is she keeping you satisfied
Jealous of the one who
Finally found you
Made your sun and stars collide
La la la la la la la
She's a very lucky girl
La la la la la la la
Fleur closed her eyes, her mind swirling with thoughts. How could she have not seen this girl coming? She took the man Fleur loved away, she ha taken Christian.
Jealous of the one who
Won your heart
They say it's a perfect match
She's gonna get to be where
You are
And I don't get better than that
She'll say your fine
Whisper words I wish were mine
And they might have been
If I had been there
Fleur picked up the pillow and looked at it she ran a finger across the thread designs.
Jealous of the one
Who's arms are around you
Is she keeping you satisfied
Jealous of the one
Who finally found you
Made your sun and stars
Collide
La la la la la la la
She's a very lucky girl
La la la la la la la
Fleur's grip tightened on the pillow and she split it in half. She cried out, throwing both across the room.
She will never be strong enough
She will never be good enough
She was never conceived in love
She will not rise above
Fleur stood and went to the kitchen, cutting vegetables with a knife.
Jealous of the one who's arms are
Around you
Jealous of the one who's arms are
Around you
Is she keeping you satisfied
Jealous of the one who finally
Found you
Made your sun and your stars collide
La la la la la la la
She's a very lucky girl
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
She's a very lucky
Girl
"Fleur," a voice called, "Are you here?" Fleur called back, "I'm in the kitchen!" Marcus entered sitting at the table. "Did Christian stop by?," Marcus asked, fixing his plate. "No," Fleur answered, "I haven't seen him."