I am so sorry for this late update, really, I am. I'm not going to waste time telling why this is so late, but I wanted this chapter done today so it could be sort of like an Easter present... Although, I'm not sure about how many people would take this chapter, you all may love the beginning but the end of it... I don't know... we'll see though, hopefully it was worth the wait. Thank you to everyone who showed their support last chapter, it all means a lot to see you enjoying this story. Enjoy the new update!
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Chapter XVII: Mon Chéri
Theresa spent several nights with little to no sleep at all after that day with Henri at the chappelle. She watched her mirror for any sign of something... anything to come. Tonight was no different. Theresa sat down on top of her bed, dressed in a simple blue frock and wearing her shoes while reading one of her books in her hand. Her hazel eyes glanced up from the book to the mirror to see if she saw a little hint of the Phantom's signature white mask. But to her disappointment—there was nothing there at all. Theresa's eyes went back to the words scrawled inside the bindings of her book.
She sighed deeply, her thumb rubbing against the parchment roughly before she turned the page. Theresa unconsciously looked up again from her book, to make sure. Once again—nothing. Theresa's chest swelled with even more disappointment than before. She didn't understand what was going on.
It was more than days since she had last seen him. No, it was more like weeks. Two weeks once again to be exact. Theresa felt the book drop limply from her hands as her head lolled back. She blinked her eyes several times as she stared absently from where she was. Her eyes were so tired, she didn't know if she would be able to fight her sleep like she did for so many nights any more. She would always relax during the day, however, after a busy day of rehearsals for the new production. But, that wasn't enough sleep for her... unfortunately. Just one night, and maybe, just maybe it would be enough.
With a frown tracing along her lips, Theresa stood up from her bed and took the nightgown that was draped on the nearest chair to her. She drowsily walked to the dressing screen and when she hid herself with it, she slipped out of her shoes and pulled her dress over her head, draping it over the top of the dressing screen.
She slipped into her nightgown and took her dressing gown that was also draped along the top of it, throwing it on before removing her hair from it so it would lay on top of her shoulders. Theresa's eyes fluttered shut for a moment drowsily as she began to tie her dressing gown over her nightgown messily.
Theresa moved from behind the screen and slowly, crossing her arms over her chest as she went toward to her night stand beside her bed to blow out the two candles. She once again glanced behind her shoulder as if she was giving him his last chance, but once again... there was no white mask staring back at her. Theresa tried hard to suppress the sigh that was beginning to bubble inside of her throat and did what she was planning to before. She blew out both of her candles and moved the sheet's flap just enough for her to slip into.
Theresa took a glance outside of her window for a moment while she laid down reluctantly. Once her head had hit her pillow, Theresa felt her body begin to succumb to sleep. Turning over on her side and clutching the the sheets and the duvet cover with dear life, her eyes fluttered close and her chest slowly heaved up and down in a rhythmic pattern.
Then at the mirror where she was looking at before, a white mask appeared in the middle of it. The thing that was the most brightest in the room at the moment. Slowly, the mirror moved, a gloved hand wrapping around the edge of it as it pulled the mirror to the side. The sleeping figure didn't make the slightest move as Erik quietly stepped inside of her room. Erik looked carefully around the room before he went into his jacket, taking out velvety red folder.
Erik walked over to her vanity to place it there, but almost stopped himself when he noticed a crumbling rose on the top of it. He narrowed his eyes confused, looking behind his shoulder for a moment to look at Theresa, who was now soundlessly asleep. Erik placed the folder containing his music on top of the vanity before picking up the rose delicately in between in gloved fingers as his mouth parted in disbelief. He stared at the rose with a furrowed brow, his other hand going to one of the dried out, white petals.
He whispered to no one in particular, "You..." The rest of the words fell in the air as he looked back at Theresa. A feeling swelled within Erik's chest, a feeling that he really had never felt before. He didn't know what to call it. But Erik felt the corners of his mouth twist slightly upward as he placed the rose slowly on top of his folder. The small smile fell off his face however and he pressed his lips into a fine line as he went into his cape again to now take out an envelope that he placed beside the dried out rose.
Erik stepped backward before turning around. He walked now toward Theresa, his dark, shadowy figure looming over her. His green eyes scanned her from her head to her toe and he hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed. He carefully took off his gloves, stretching his hands as the gloves fell onto his lap. Erik closed his for a moment before he rested his hand on her uncovered shoulder. Under his hand, he could feel her body let out a slight tremor. Erik felt his heart beat against his chest quickly now as the hand travelled from her shoulder to her neck.
Erik shifted closer to her, unconsciously brushing against her body as his finger felt the beating pulse on her neck. It neither quickened or slowed. His hand then moved to touch her soft face. He noticed how her mouth parted slightly, letting out a small moan as Erik's rough thumb touched her high cheekbone. Erik felt himself almost relish at the fact that she moaned under his touch. Her face slightly moved toward him.
"Theresa," he murmured, somewhat expecting some sort of response from her. However, he received none.
Erik swallowed before he leaned over her body and then leaned his head over his lips, removing his hand from her cheek and replacing it with his lips. Theresa leaned even more toward his gentle kiss on her. "Mon chéri," he murmured against her before her nose brushed against the surface of his mask. Erik moved away from her after a moment, smiling slightly to himself when he saw a smile on Theresa's face. He leaned away from her and then he carefully covered her more securely with her sheets.
From the corner of his eye, however, he noticed Theresa's eyes crack open. "Er..." she started, stirring slightly. Erik seemed to be frozen in his spot, but he turned to face her. "Erik," she mumbled more clearly than before. Erik was debating on whether or not to answer her.
He said to her, "You're tired, Theresa." He promptly had gotten off the bed, immediately pretending that what just happened didn't happen at all. The gloves fell onto the floor from his lap as Theresa's sleepy eyes barely made out his image. "Go back to sleep." Theresa's eyes closed slowly as she nodded against her pillow, turning her head back so that it was facing the wall. Erik let a sigh of relief escape from him before he bent down to pick up his fallen gloves.
He quickly put them on and ever so smoothly, he stood up straight, turning on his heel to go back into the tunnels of the opera house. But then he heard a whisper come from her body, "Stay." Erik stopped again in his place, his breath actually being caught in his throat. It took every bit of his control to respond to do that, turning around to see her head weakly being held up. The few curls spilled on her shoulders and he saw a pleading look in her hazel eyes, although they didn't look directly into his, they were only looking in his general direction. "For tonight," she added.
Erik swallowed before shaking his head to her. "You know that I... I can't do that." But that still didn't stop him from wanting to do it. He noticed a visible frown on her face and he suddenly felt the urge to apologize to her. But he didn't because he very well knew that there was absolutely no reason for him to apologize to her, because he really couldn't do that at all. Theresa, who was more than half-asleep right at the moment, seemed to understand before her head fell back down on the table.
Her eyes were still slightly open and Erik thought it time to leave. Erik turned his head and took his eyes off of her, his cape flaring behind him as he made his way back to the mirror. Theresa's eyelids closed as the mirror to her room closed as well.
"Have you spoken to him lately?" She asked her in a hurry, picking up the skirt of her dress as Madame Giry quickened her step to get her and Theresa away from the middle of the lobby. Madame Giry glared at Theresa slightly annoyed as she roughly grabbed her arm to take her behind one of the grand columns. Theresa stared at Madame Giry expectantly, waiting for her answer. "Well?" She asked the ballet mistress with more urgency before. Madame Giry looked behind her shoulder to be sure that no one could hear them both.
She looked back at Theresa. She whispered to Theresa a little too harshly, "I thought I told you to stay away from him, Signora."
"And I told you that I couldn't," Theresa countered to her. "Now, I am going to ask you again," she said more slowly this time, her eyes sparking for a moment, "have you spoken to him lately? I fear that our last meeting, might have caused him to stay away from me now." She didn't know what was going on with him... or rather her. Since last night, she knew that she was going insane over this. She imagined him last night, in her room. She knew now though that he wasn't there last night, no, not at all. It felt so real though.
"I have not, Signora." Madame Giry said to her through her teeth. Theresa straightened herself and nodded to Giry, understanding. "And maybe him staying away from you is good for you."
"Yes, good for me," Theresa said slowly in disbelief. It was the worst thing for her, she believed. Madame Giry nodded in agreement, not catching Theresa's disbelieving tone. She sighed before raising her eyes to Madame Giry's as her hand fell from her arm. Madame Giry tilted her her head as Theresa told her, "Just... if you do happen to speak to him, will you let me know... please?"
Madame Giry looked almost defeated by the girl's persistence and to her surprise she actually nodded to Theresa. Theresa gave Madame Giry a small smile before she looked around the column to see Jean and Meg talking together at the end of the stairs. Theresa knew now that it was time to go to dinner and she turned her head to see Madame Giry also looking at them with concern on her face. Theresa knew that look all too well. Madame Giry swiftly changed the subject about Erik as she looked at both Meg and Jean, "Theresa, will you answer me honestly if I ask you something?"
The question almost caught her off guard. "Of course," she answered to Madame Giry with her smile falling off.
"Are Monsieur Fortescue and Marguerite...?" The question hung in the air as Madame Giry cast her eyes toward Theresa. The question caused Theresa to look over them, hearing a slight giggle come from Meg. Theresa closed her eyes before looking back at Madame Giry.
She wasn't sure how to answer that question. "Madame... I don't even know. I know that..." she wasn't going to lie to Madame Giry now. Madame Giry did a lot for her in the months that she had been in the Opera Populaire. "I know that Meg may have feeling for Je—Monsieur Fortescue, and he for her, but I don't think they acted upon them. She didn't tell me anything that would mean that they do have anything romantic going on."
"And I'm sure they don't," Madame Giry agreed. "But... she and him must know that it can never—."
"Happen," Theresa finished with her frown somewhat deepening. She had grow to know the noble class in France these past few months to know enough how it works. It wasn't too much different in Venice as it was there. She could only imagine what people would say about those two if they were ever to be romantic with each other. The gossip that it would spur. Not only that, but Jean was engaged to be married in a few weeks. It would never work, and Theresa wished suddenly that things were different for her friends. "They both know. He's getting married in a few weeks, madame. I think they know that a relationship other than friendship is impossible."
"Good to know that they know," Madame Giry said to Theresa. "Don't want her to get hurt." Theresa's face softened at the madame's concern for her daughter and smiled gently to her. Theresa turned her head for a second to look at the couple again. It actually saddened her that Meg had a bright smile on her face while talking to Jean, who had a smile just as bright on his. "She does need someone... other than I to care for her." Theresa looked back at Madame Giry curiously, her face softening even more so than before. Madame Giry didn't look back at Theresa, only having her assume that she added that for herself, rather than for Theresa.
"Have a good dinner, Theresa," Madame Giry said to Theresa, biding her goodbye. Theresa bowed her head in farewell as Madame Giry walked away from her. Theresa turned on her heel and walked toward both Meg and Jean.
They both looked over at her as she approached them. "Theresa, don't you look beautiful?" Jean commented to her, looking here up and down. "Almost just as beautiful of Meg." He looked over at slyly at Meg, who was shedding a nice shade of pink just from the compliment.
"Are we ready to go then?" Theresa said to him with a soft smile, gathering her shawl more securely around her. Jean suddenly had a very annoyed look on his face as he shook his head no to her. "And why exactly not?" Theresa asked him slightly concerned. What had got him so annoyed right now?
"Because I wasn't ready yet." Theresa's face soon fell as she looked up at the cocky man grinning at the top of the staircase. Theresa tried not to gape as Henri stepped down each of the individual steps. His cocky look and stature almost fell off however when he looked down at Theresa's anything but amused face. He tried not to look somewhat depressed by that. "I wasn't supposed to be coming, but when Jean invited me to dinner with you all, I couldn't help but accept."
"My family invited you," Jean clarified to him as Henri stopped next to Theresa. She tried to avoid looking at him once his shoulder brushed against hers. Theresa looked over at Meg quite desperately, but Meg didn't seem to know what to do to change these events. "I, however, advised them not to. You are not going to be able to walk out of the manor without stumbling."
"I'll try to control myself," Henri assured him bitterly, still holding that cocky grin on his face strongly. "Now, shall we?" Henri propped his arm out for Theresa, who gently placed her hand on the crook of his arm. Henri's smile almost faltered when he noticed Theresa wouldn't meet his eye. Jean stared at Henri long and hard before nodding to him, propping his arm for Meg to take. Both Theresa and Henri waited for Meg and Jean to walk in front of them before following behind.
"I think we should talk." Henri murmured to her, placing a hand on top of hers. Theresa was almost startled to feel his breath on top of her ear. Theresa gulped to herself, feeling a slight stirring in the pit of her stomach as she kept her back straight. "Are you not going to talk to me?" Henri asked her when she didn't answer him.
Theresa replied to him shortly, "There's nothing to talk about."
"There is quite a bit actually."
"Well, I don't need to talk about anything." Theresa said to him rather bitingly, she noticed that their pace was relatively much slower than both Meg and Jean. Henri looked over at her, trying to keep his composure now and not shout at the stubborn woman next to him. That was when an idea had occurred to him. A stupid idea, but an idea nevertheless. He stopped in his place, having suddenly a panicked look on his face. Theresa looked over at him abruptly with her brow furrowed toward him puzzled.
Henri cleared his throat and mustered all of his actor abilities that he could, "Uh, Jean?" He called. Jean and Meg turned around slowly to face both Theresa and Henri. Theresa's face twisted as Henri continued, she could tell what he was doing, "I seemed to have forgotten my handkerchief in my room."
"Your handkerchief?" Jean asked in disbelief. Theresa dug her nails into the crook of Henri's arm, hoping that they would break through the fabric of his jacket to cause him pain. Pain enough to stop this. Henri ignored Theresa and nodded his head to him. Jean gritted his teeth irritated, "You've got to be kidding. Henri, leave the damn handkerchief here so we can leave. I don't want to be late to my parent's dinner."
"But that's my lucky handkerchief. It was my father's." Pure lie. Theresa knew all too well and she couldn't help but sustain herself from rolling her eyes at that. Henri hoped that she wouldn't. "And you're wasting even more time by just arguing about it with me."
Jean looked defeated and he dismissed Henri with a wave of hand, annoyed still. He honestly didn't really care if Henri was accidentally left at the Opera Populaire. No matter what his parents might say. "Fine then," Jean said to him through his teeth. Meg looked up at him somewhat with concern. "Go and get your damn handkerchief. We'll all wait for you in the carriage outside. Come on, Th—."
"Oh no, I don't think so. I don't trust you, Monsieur Fortescue," Henri suddenly had a crooked grin on his face. His panicked expression disappearing now. "I'm going to take her as a hostage."
"You will be doing no such—."
"It's fine, Jean," Theresa nearly snapped, giving a Henri a look before looking back at him. Jean seemed surprised that she said that it was fine. Lately, Henri wasn't on her good list at all. "If I'm his hostage then I would be sure that he isn't going to take his sweet time in coming to the carriage. Trust me, I can handle it. You and Meg go ahead."
"You sure, Theresa?" Meg asked her, uncertain herself. Theresa nodded her head to her with a fake smile. Theresa, however, wasn't sure if she could handle it. "Very well," Meg forced a smile back at her friend, unsure if Theresa could really handle it. Meg knew what happened between them the several days ago. She had a long talk with Theresa about it, but she could tell that Theresa actually did harbour feelings for Henri. Ever since the first day of rehearsals she knew Theresa had feelings for the men. But... there was something about Theresa's tone when she spoke about what happened, something that wasn't right. She knew Theresa for several months and she could tell already if she was hiding something from her. What? Meg didn't know herself, but she wanted to know. Meg looked over at Jean, who seemed to be growing impatient, "Come on, Jean. We'll wait for them both."
Her voice was so gentle that Jean was forced to calm down. He looked over at her with his face softening. "All right," he said to her. Jean turned on his heel with her along his side and the two then walked to the carriage outside. Theresa stood there for a moment, watching them walk away. Meg gave her a quick look behind her shoulder before Jean opened the door for her and once Meg left with Jean. Henri turned toward Theresa, forcing her hand off the crook of his arm. He grabbed Theresa's hand and took her where she was before with Madame Giry, behind the exact same column.
Once they were safely hidden from anyone that would walk past them, Henri started to her, "I want to try something."
"Wha—?" Theresa felt herself being pulled toward Henri, her chest colliding with his as his lips passionately kissed hers. Theresa's eyes widened for a moment in shock before she felt them close. Henri manoeuvred her so that her back was against the column as his lips worked to loosen hers. Theresa felt herself actually begin to melt against him. Her lips going to kiss him back at the level of passion he was using toward her. Her hands went to either side of his neck.
Henri relished in the fact that she was actually kissing him back, the pair of their lips both moving in such a way that it was almost like a song for him. When he parted, a smile broke on his face as he rubbed Theresa's skin just under her eye. Theresa still lingered slightly, her mouth still leaning toward his, wanting more. She found herself in the same position that she was in several days before. Her cheeks flushed as his finger skimmed over her skin, which had gotten more pale since the last time he had seen her.
His forehead rested against hers for a moment as she opened her eyes a crack. Henri's grey-blue irises were locked onto hers, so close that Theresa was lost in them. "Now, I don't understand." Henri said to her almost amused by this, but the confusion was traced in his voice. "The first time this happened, you did the same thing. You allowed it, but you didn't—."
"I know." Theresa murmured softly before he could even finish, her eyes looking slightly dazed. Theresa didn't understand her feelings at all right now, and she hardly trusted them. She was confused, more so than ever. But, for now, she put those all aside as she looked into his soft eyes.
"Why was it so different last time?" Henri asked her curiously. Theresa's hands went to his shoulders as she closed her eyes, debating if she should say the truth, that someone else really captured her for his own... even if he wouldn't give her the time of day for some reason now, and that she only saw him in her dreams. Was she going to wait around for him? She didn't answer him, thinking of an excuse, but she came to none. Henri chuckled, his breath hitting her face lightly as his lips found their place on her forehead. He murmured against her, "It's okay. Don't say anything, please."
"You don't want to hear me talk, monsieur?"
"No, no, of course you can talk." He laughed for a moment, Theresa liked how his chest rumbled against her. "I meant to say, don't say why."
"Oh... well, I knew that." A playful smirk appeared on Theresa's face as her eyes lazily looked up at him.
"Do you feel the same way about me though?" Henri asked her, in a serious tone. Theresa saw a frown play on his handsome features and immediately her heart clenched at the sound of it. Her playful smirk slipped off and she soon frowned up at him as he moved back. "I..." he started, but soon trailed off, the words failing him. He didn't even know how to say the words to her and he never felt so intimidated by those hazel eyes, even though they were not trying to be intimidated at all. Those hazel eyes, he couldn't stand them, but all in all he adored them. Theresa waited for him to say it, having a feeling that she knew the lost words already. He gathered up his courage and stammered out, "I-I care for you... a lot."
Those weren't the words he wanted to say. He cursed himself inwardly and Theresa could see the torment on his face. She was almost amused by it. "I care for you, too, Henri." She nodded her head slowly.
"But that's not what I wanted to s—."
"Then say what you have to say," Theresa said to him a little annoyed by him. She didn't understand how words would be hard for him. Henri never had trouble with them before, in fact, he never really stopped talking. Why was it so hard right now?
"Alright then... I love you." Yes, she knew the words. She just didn't expect him to say them. Theresa wasn't at all prepared, her eyes widened at the statement as Henri inched toward her. Her mouth parted slightly as Henri head leaned toward her, he didn't even wait for her to say them back. It didn't matter because it was always out there, he just needed to say them. Theresa found herself leaning her head toward him as his lips gently were pressed against hers once again. Henri took that as her saying them back to him and his face broke into a grin as he parted from her.
Henri embraced her around the waist, Theresa's face being nuzzled into his shoulder as Henri spun her around where they stood. Theresa giggled, closing her eyes for a moment as she was brought down to her feet. "Come then, I don't want Jean giving Meg a hard time because we are taking too long." Henri gripped her hand tenderly within his and walked with her from behind the pillar.
"Oh, but what about your handkerchief?" Theresa asked him mockingly. Henri turned his head and narrowed his eyes to glare at her. But little did she expect him to actually go into the pocket of his jacket, producing a handkerchief from it. Theresa's mocking face fell as Henri dangled it in front of her face.
"I've had it all this time. I was only saying that so—."
"I know to get away from Jean, but I didn't expect to actually have one on you." Theresa interrupted him.
"Of course I did," Henri said to her with a scoff. He mocked, "Every good gentleman cannot leave his room with his lucky handkerchief." His father used to say that all the time to him, and Theresa somehow had the feeling he did by his mocking tone. He asked her curiously, "Why don't you hold it for me?" Theresa slowly reached up and took it out of his hands. Henri smiled down at her as she rested her head on top of his shoulder, holding he handkerchief out in front of her as he led her to the carriage waiting for them outside.
She noticed his initials on the top of it. HJD. "What is your middle name, Henri?" She inquired to him.
"Joseph." After his real father. He looked over at her before he opened the door for them to go through. "And Jean was wrong before." Theresa looked up at him with her brow furrowed puzzled before Henri leaned toward her ear, his breath tickling it as he spoke, "You look even more beautiful than Meg does. As always." Theresa couldn't fight the blush that showed on her face as Henri took a step back from her, opening the door. "After you, mon chéri." Theresa's face almost faltered at those words. Mon chéri. She heard that earlier today too, but in her dream she thought she heard it.
Theresa shrugged it off as she went to walk through the door to leave the Opera House, when she heard a whisper that carried through the wind, almost. "Theresa." Her face fell at that. She quickly looked behind her to see Henri closing the door behind him. Theresa bunched his handkerchief in her hand as her eyes scanned for the person with that voice.
"Did you hear that?" She asked Henri quickly, her eyes somewhat widened, looking alarmed. Henri raised his eyebrow at her, confused for a moment. He shook his head at her. "You didn't..." Her words trailed off with the next question, of course he didn't say her name. He never did it like him, said her name like he always had.
"Are you all right?" Henri suddenly asked her, taking in now her more alarmed appearance. He never had seen her so on edge before. Only once, but that was so long ago. Theresa shook her head mentally before she composed herself. She flashed him a fake smile before swallowing. She didn't know if that was actually Erik's voice or if she was going crazy. She assumed the latter, since she had been obsessing over the fact that she had to see him since they had shared that moment in the tunnels. If Erik wanted anything to do with her, he would have wanted it by now.
She nodded to him even though it was clear that she wasn't. Henri looked at her carefully before taking her arm within his before they stalked off to the carriage awaiting them. Though Theresa thought that his voice was her imagination, she couldn't help but feeling someone watching her from the shadows and when she stepped into the carriage with Henri following behind her. Erik took his chance to step out of the shadows himself for a quick moment, as he watched the carriage stroll away.
He felt his chest tighten and his jaw lock. His anger coursed through his veins as his hand clenched itself in a fist. Erik stepped back into the shadows, his eyes for a moment never leaving the spot where her carriage was just before. He knew that she was too good to be true for him. Before Erik would even step into the Opera House, he took a deep breath to compose himself quickly. But he found it so hard to do at the moment. How could someone like Theresa come to love a man like... Monsieur D'Aubigne, a drunk, who could hardly stand for five minutes sober? Erik didn't understand at all.
It took all of his being to not fly off the handle. No matter how much it seemed Theresa broke his heart, just like... Christine did. No—Theresa didn't break it like Christine did. Theresa didn't cower away when she saw his face, she didn't kiss him out of pity like Christine did, and above all, Theresa wasn't at all afraid of him like Christine was. Erik's face softened at that thought, his gloved hand touching his lips almost in disbelief. The woman perplexed him more than ever. He didn't know what to think of her.
It was hard to believe that she kissed him... almost like she wanted to for so long. Like she longed for it. And Erik, couldn't believe that he would admit this, longed for it himself. But seeing her with Henri, how they were hiding themselves behind a pillar, how he kissed her like there was no tomorrow, how he touched her, sent an even deeper and darker hatred than the hatred he had felt with the Vicomte Raoul De Chagny.
Erik clenched his jaw and grounded his teeth just at the mere thought of the man. Then with that and a swish of his cape, Erik turned to go back inside the Opera House and go down to his lair. He suddenly had the feeling that he wasn't going to see the soprano tonight.
So... I probably am hated at this moment, but you have to remember from previous chapters and from my other works and tend to write things that no one wants to happen and sometimes be a tease with these sort of things. There are going to be a lot of surprises at that dinner next chapter, trust me. Even two guests that are now coming into the story, any idea on who they may be?
I'll give you a hint: You all should be very familiar with them already.
^^^ that probably just gave it away.
And do you think that Theresa noticed what our Phantom gave her the night he visited her?
Interested to see what you all will say in your reviews. Happy Spring Break. Happy Passover. And Happy Easter.
With love,
Tiana xoxo
P.S. Finally got around with posting up the Character Bios for both Henri and Theresa on my Facebook page, go check them out!
Oh, and another thing. I'm debating whether or not to make a sequel or just include that part of the story in here since it happens right after the ending I am planning to start the sequel after. But it would be relatively short... What do you think I should do?