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Chapter 15:

It had been almost two years since Christian and Elysia had admitted their love. Rachelle and Marcus had married April of the previous year. Elysia and Christian deeply loved each other, and as of now they were both strong Christians. Luckily they had no trials between them.

As of now, a war had begun in Europe. Jews were being taken to concentration camps, put though all sorts of torture. They had failed to enter France as of yet, and Christian along with Elysia were not concerned. Elysia was not Jewish, her bright blue eyes gave her away as a regular European.

Elysia was dressing herself for a date with Christian. She found a black dress that was simple yet formal, it had a v-cut neckline, sleeveless and tight fitting up to the skirt, which flew out reaching her knees. She had on black high heals, and left her hair down with a large black flower barrette holding back the top layer of her hair. She had on a simple single pearl on her neck, held on by a gold chain. On her right hand was a pearl ring, and in her ears were pearl earrings.

Elysia looked at herself in the mirror, before putting on a black shawl made of silk to keep her warm. She left her room and saw Christian waiting for her at the boat. She smiled, climbing in with him. He took her hand to help her in. “where to monsieur?,” she asked. “Ah,” he said, “That is a surprise.” she smiled as he rowed them to the long stair cases and they finally reached his mother’s old room. They went outside the Opera House, and Elysia was surprised to see a carriage instead of a taxi. :Oh my,” she said. “Come,” Christian said, “There’s more.”

Elysia sat beside him in the carriage. As the carriage left, Elysia looked at Christian. “Where are we going?, she asked. “It’s a surprise,” Christian answered. He smiled, taking her hand.

When I’m down, and oh my soul is so weary

When troubles come and my heart is burdened by

Then, I am still and wait here in silence,

Until you come and sit awhile with me

Elysia smiled at these words. It was so kind. She was shocked as Christian stood in his seat in the carriage,

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders

You raise me up…to be more than

I can be

Elysia pulled him down as they stopped. “Where are we?,” she asked. “The Parc Monceau,” he answered, “Follow me.” “Alright,” she answered. Christian smiled, grabbing her hand and running.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains

You raise me up to walk on stormy seas

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders

You raise me up…to be more than I can be

Elysia laughed as he lead her through the park. It was one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders

You raise me up…to be more than

I can be

Elysia smiled as Christian covered her eyes with his hands. He lead her forward and suddenly stopped. “You can open your eyes.” So, she did, and she became speechless. They were standing under a tree near the Rosarie. He smiled taking her hand,

You raise me up

So I can stand on mountains

You raise me up

So I can walk on stormy seas

I am strong

When I am on your shoulders

You raise me up

To be more than I can be

Elysia felt her heart beat quicken as he knelt on one knee. He reached in his poket and pulled out a small velvet box. Christian opened it, and inside Elysia saw a ring. It was a pink sapphire heart, surrounded by small pearls, he smiled.

You raise me up

To be more than I can be

“Elysia,” Christian began holding her hand as he looked up at her, “I’m not much of a man. And, I don’t think, well I know, that I am not as great of a man as you truly deserve. But, I can promise you I will give you my best. More than anything, I love you. And I want to be with you forever, so…will you marry me?” Elysia could feel tears fall as she squeezed his hand. “Yes,” she answered.

He smiled and stood to his feet, putting the ring on her finger kissing her. “Yes, I will marry you," she answered, hugging him tightly.

Christian lifted her up and spun around. He gently put her on her feet and kissed her lips softly.

Chapter 17:

Rachelle opened the door to the shop and led Elysia in. The shop was beautiful and the lace and decoration was amazing. Rachelle whispered, “I feel like I’m in a cake.” Elysia laughed and finally a worker came up. “Can I help you,” she asked. “Um…Yes,” said Rachelle, “My friend here is getting married soon, and we came looking for a dress.”

“Oh yes,” the lady said, “What size?” “Umm… I’m not sure,” Elysia said. “That’s quite alright,” the lady said, “I’ll measure you.” The lady used the measuring tape around her neck to measure Elysia, and began mumbling out numbers. “Alright lets try a couple on you.”

After Trying on five unsatisfying dress, Elysia looked at herself in the mirror. She felt her heart drop as she had been so unsatisfied. Rachelle shook her head. “I don’t think that you have what we’re looking for…” The lady looked Elysia over and her eyes suddenly brightened. “I think I know what you’re looking for.”

The lady picked up a box hidden behind a rack of dresses and lead Elysia into the dressing room. Rachelle waited impatiently, tapping her fingers across the table. Finally, the door opened, and Elysia went to the mirror. “Oh my….,” Rachelle gasped.

Elysia was speechless. The dress was tight around her chest, but flowed out loosely with a train almost 8 feet behind her. Pearls were placed decoratively in the top of the dress around her breast, but they faded out and disappeared completely once reaching her navel. The rain also had pearls and a long silk bow which covered only her bosom. It was strapless and only held up by her cleavage. “This is the one I want,” she said, “How much?”

Elysia followed the lady to the cash register and she checked the price. “250 dollars,” she answered, “But you seem to be a valued customer, and I can give you a discount.” “Oh thank you!,” Elysia spoke happily.

After Elysia took her dress to her lair, she and Rachelle went out for lunch. “It’s a beautiful dress,” Rachelle said smiling, “And you made it even prettier!” Elysia laughed, “Well, I do appreciate the compliment-” Rachelle held her hand up, interrupting her. Elysia was about to ask what she was doing, and then she looked up. There were several people running towards them, parents were pulling their children into buildings.

Elysia saw a man and stopped him by calling him and then she ran up to him. “Sir, I don’t mean to bother you, you seem to be in a hurry, may I ask why everyone is running?” “The German army is coming.” he said almost breathless, “They’re going to take the Jews, they said anyone who does not have blue eyes or blonde hair will be taken.” Elysia’s heart began to speed uncontrollably. She turned to Rachelle.

But Rachelle was not looking at her. As Elysia’s eyes caught the direction she was looking she saw the soldiers marching in, with guns. Elysia walked over to Rachelle, trying to pull her into one of the stores. “Rachelle let’s go,” she pleaded. “We are not in danger,” Rachelle said, “Elysia, we have to stop them.” Elysia shook her head, “We can’t.” But Rachelle wouldn’t budge.

It was then Elysia saw her plan would have made no difference. They were pulling people out of stores, checking their hair and eye color. Lucky for them both, Rachelle’s light colored hair and Elysia’s blue eyes protected them. But some thing’s could never be relieving as you would like.

Rachelle by now and stepped a few feet closer to the street. Elysia’s legs would not allow her to do the same. They kept frozen to the place they stood. A little Jewish boy had pressed through the crowded army men, running for his life. Rachelle bent down and opened her arms so that he would come to her. And he did. One soldier walked over and Rachelle shoved the boy behind her, standing upright, her chin raised high.

“A dog lover I see,” The soldier said. “Too bad, if you were wise you’d spare me a bullet.” “You’re not worthy,” Rachelle said, “Shoot me, but it won’t make you a better person. You might as well have sold your soul to Satan himself!” “Watch your tongue woman!,” the soldier screamed. Rachelle turned to the little boy, “GO, go now, go home!” The little boy nodded and ran for dear life through the ally way. Elysia smiled, maybe Rachelle was right.

However, Elysia’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a gun loading. She caught the form of the soldier, a pistol in his hand. He fired. Rachelle turned around wide eyed and looking at Elysia. In slow motion it seemed, Elysia felt nothing as she ran to Rachelle falling. Her vision blurred all she saw was Rachelle. There was no sound and she fell to her knees beside her, cradling her. The muteness was hurting her, not hearing Rachelle’s mischievous laugh and her not getting up saying got you. Rachelle’s cries were muted by the pain in her chest. Were the bullet lye.

“AAAHHHH!” Elysia screamed to break the silence. The soldier put his pistol in it’s place and turned to leave. “Elysia,” Rachelle’s broken voice whispered, “It hurts.” “Hold on Rache!,” she cried. “Don’t you die on me! Don’t you dare die on me!” She looked around praying for someone to help her. And then, she saw the taxi, the door opened, and a familiar pair of brown eyes came in view. “Christian!” she cried, “Christian help me!”

Christian ran over to them, hoisting Rachelle up and putting her in the taxi. Elysia positioned herself with Rachelle’s head in her lap. “Stay awake,” Christian said looking at the wound, “Keep her awake,” Elysia looked at Rachelle’s paling face. She ran a hand through Rachelle’s blonde hair, and brushed away strands in her face. Christian looked to her, “I had heard the soldiers were coming. I wanted to find you before…this…”

Elysia squeezed Christian’s hand. “You could not have stopped it,” she said. Rachelle’s make up had sweated away and she appeared ghostly. Her eyes began to flutter closed, but Christian grabbed her face and her eyes opened wide. “I’m sorry, but you have to stay awake,” he said, “Or you might not wake up.” She nodded numbly, her eyes becoming lazy and drooped.

“Listen to my voice,” he said, “Don’t go to sleep.” Christian managed to keep her awake until they were at the de Chagney Mansion, and Elysia called the doctor. Christian kept Rachelle awake, Elysia tried to help. Christian felt her forehead, “She’s burning up.” “I’ll go get a glass of cold water,” Elysia said. And while she did, she looked around for household ingredients.

She put together a concoction and made her way to the room. Christian could see that it was not clear water. It was a strange purplish-blue. Elysia sat on the bed by Rachelle, and put the cup to her lips. “Drink this,” Elysia said. She tilted the glass and heard Rachelle gulp before choking it up. “I know it tastes bad,” Elysia said, “But it will make things easier if you do” Rachelle nodded drinking it.

“What is that?” Christian asked. “It’s a medicine,” Elysia said, “My father taught me how to make many sorts of medicines with household items from scratch. This will clog up her blood flow and slow the bleeding, it will also keep her awake and aware. But she still needs a doctor…It won’t last…” With that the doorbell rang and Christian ran to answer it. “Take another sip,” Elysia said to her. Rachelle gulped up the liquid slowly.

The doctor came in and looked at the wound. He pulled out what looked like tongs, but a bit smaller. “Sit them on the fire my boy,” he said to Christian. Elysia eyed the doctor curiously, and tipped the cup for Rachelle to drink from it.

“Mrs. Vincore,” he said, “I’m sorry to say that the bullet is still in your chest and I’m going to have to get it out.” Rachelle nodded and Elysia held her hand. Christian brought the tongs back and quickly handed them to the doctor. The doctor put on a pair of gloves and began to dig for the bullet.

Rachelle bit her bottom lip and squeezed Elysia’s hand. But she couldn’t hold it back, she let out a blood curdling scream. Elysia rubbed her head to try to calm her. “Alright I have it,” he said, “Now we can…oh..” Blood was coming out much more, and the doctors eyes drooped low. “I…I think I must have pulled it out of an organ, she…she’s going to die.”

Rachelle began shivering and held on tight to Elysia. “No…please,” Christian said, “There must be something you can do…” “There isn’t,” he said, “Unless you can get a gun and end it quicker for her.” “Get out!” Christian screamed. Elysia felt tears fall, and she moved away from Rachelle to Christian. “Christian,” she said, “I can make this quicker. She won’t die for another 12 hours and it will be painful. I need a medicine and then I can make it quick and painless…” “I want her to live!,” he said. “She’s not going to either way Christian, but we can make it painless, I need you to stay with her while I fix it.”

Christian nodded and sat beside Rachelle, as she hugged him to get heat. Elysia took out the ingredients she would need in order to fix this. She could only remember one time that she had ever made what her father called “The Death Sleep.” She had been forced to make it for her father then, the night he died.

She had watched him fall asleep, knowing he wouldn’t wake up. But it had instantly taken away his pain. However, the desperateness of situations would require her to inject the concoction into Rachelle’s body, she no longer had the strength to drink it herself.

Elysia finished quickly. She picked up the tourniquet, filling it up with the red liquid. She entered the bed room, her eyes watching the tourniquet to make sure it did not bubble out. She took Rachelle’s limp pale arm and injected it quickly. Rachelle eyed her curiously, but nodded.

Rachelle used her last bit of strength to connect hands with Christian. “Christian…” she rasped out, “I’m so cold….hold me.” Christian held her hand, while using his other arm to lift her head to his chest. “Christian…” she said again. “Yes…,” he replied choking back tears. “I’ll always be with you…I love you…”

Her eyes fluttered shut and the grip she had on his arm was gone. Christian kissed her hair, tears falling into her sweated hair. Elysia fell sitting in a nearby chair and began weeping. It was over.

Chapter 19:

Elysia carried the dress in her arms. It was in a box, so it was extra heavy. She had dug a hole she could put it in until it was safe to get it back. She dropped it in the hole, and quickly buried it.

She returned to the campsite. Christian was there, cooking some animal he had caught. “What’s supper?” she asked. “Squirrel,” he answered, “It took two hours to catch him.” Elysia smiled, “Then it will probably be delicious.”

They had lived there almost two weeks. Christian would move them each day further into the woods, as to be farther from the soldiers. Elysia played with her squirrel meat, before chewing it. Christian smiled, “Have you ever had this before?” “Once,” she answered, “But my father didn’t know how to cook it.”

“My father wanted to go camping, to get the experience. We ended up under a tree, trying to get out of the rain.” Christian chuckled, “Sounds fun.” she nodded, “It got better in the end.” he smiled, continuing to eat.

The next morning, Elysia helped clear the campsite, and she packed bags while Christian grabbed a container to get water. Everything seemed fine, Elysia was putting away meat. Her ears perked up as she heard a twig on the ground break. She turned around to meet the eyes of a wolf. It was snow white, blue-eyed and wild looking.

Elysia became motionless, speechless. The wolf walked over, growling. Elysia began easing back, trying to find an escape. But unfortunately, the wolf was impatient. Elysia broke into a ruin, as the wolf chased her. She began screaming for Christian, hoping he’d hear her.

Suddenly, her foot caught on a branch. She hit the ground quickly trying to get up, but forced down by it’s claws. She was sure she would die, when she heard it whimper and land behind her.

Christian, who had killed the beast, was now over her. “Elysia,” he cried, “Are you ok?” Elysia, however, was now passed out, with small cuts on her face and arms, with a large cut on her shoulder. Christian hoisted her up, heading back to the campsite. He grabbed one of the sleeping bags, and several blankets, putting her on top and under blankets. He carefully built a small sleigh and placed her on it with the stuff, beginning to carry her along.

It had been almost late none before they had arrived at the campsite. Elysia had been shivering and was quickly growing pale. Christian set up camp, putting her by the fire he had built. He started cooking, and she woke up. “Christian,” she rasped out, “What happened to me?” “The wolf, he luckily didn’t hurt you to bad, but… you have a serious cut on your arm, and we have to stop it from infecting.”

Elysia sighed, “I should have stayed back, rather than be a burden to you…” “Don’t say those things,” he said, “You are no burden.” “But I am,” she said, “I know you could survive by yourself, but you have to take care of me too. I should just go…”

Christian placed a finger to her lips. “No,” he said, “No…” he dug in his pocket, finding a piece of paper. “I…I was going to sing this at our wedding, I wrote it for you. But, I think this is a fitting time.” he pulled it out and began singing.

Where do I begin?

O tell the story of how great life can be

The sweet love story that is older than the sea

The simple truth about the love she brings to me

Where do I start?

With her first hello! She gave me meaning

To this empty world of mine

There’d never be another love, another time.

She came into life and made a living fine

She fills my heart

She fills my heart

She fills my life with very special things

Where angels soar, with wild imaginings

She fills my soul with so much love,

That anywhere I go, I’m never lonely

With her along, who could be lonely? I reach for her hand,

It’s always there…

How long does it last? Can love be measured by

The hours in a day?

I have no answers now, but this much I can say

I know I’ll need her till the stars all turn away

And she’ll be there…

And she’ll be there.

Elysia felt tears fall, as she reached out and touched his cheek. “I love you Christian,” she said. He smiled and squeezed her hand on his face, “I love you more. Now rest, and get your strength back.” Elysia smiled, falling back to sleep.

Chapter 21:

“March 14th,” Fleur sighed, “Marcus hasn’t wrote him back once and he still writes.“ Christian’s letters were all locked up, from where he had sent an owl to the mailbox and it left letters. Christian and Elysia had been gone for almost five months, and still wrote, waiting for a reply.

Fleur stuffed the letter in her box. A knock on her door caught her attention she stood on the staircase, peering at the window on the door, trying to see who it was. “Who is it?” Marcus asked coming from his bedroom. “I’ll answer it,” she said, as he retreated back into his room.

She opened the door, seeing a German soldier. “Hello Ms. Vincore,” he said, “I’m Cl. Lexikon, I was wondering if you might know where any Jews are, or if you’ve been hiding any.” “Hold on a minute Monsieur,” she said. She ran back upstairs, into her room. She pulled out the box, a grin on her face.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Elysia was out shooting at a deer. Christian had always gotten her dinner, she felt it was her turn. She finally had killed it when she heard something above her. She looked up, instantly seeing the German planes above her. Of course, they did not see her, but it was frightening.

She brought the deer meat back after skinning the dead deer. Christian was eating, but he had not failed to notice how quiet Elysia had gotten. “What is wrong Elysia?,” he asked. “It’s nothing.” Elysia continued eating. After a couple silent minutes, Christian grabbed her hand. “Tell me…” Elysia felt tears fall. “Christian how are we truly happy? Can we ever be? Will this war end? Will we know if it does? What if they find us Christian? What if they kill you?! I can’t live with that!” Christian kissed her softly, running a hand over her cheek.

Speak softly love

And hold me warm against your heart

I feel your words

The tender trembling moments start

We’re in a world

Our very own

Sharing a love that only few

Have ever known

Wine colored days

Warmed by the sun

Deep velvet nights

When we are one

Elysia put a finger to his lips, whispering almost

Speak softly love

So no one hears us

But the sky

The vows of love

We make will live

Until we die

My life is yours

And all because

You came into my

World with love

So softly love…

They kissed gently, embracing each other. Christian’s hands ran through Elysia’s hair and hers were wrapped around him. She stared into his eyes parting lips,

Wine colored days

Warmed by the sun

Deep velvet nights

When we are one

Christian put his hands on either side of her face, Elysia did the same,

Speak softly love

So no one hears us

But the sky

The vows of love

We make will live

Until we die

My life is yours

And all because

You came into my world

With love

So softly love.

Christian kissed her once again and Elysia suddenly found she was no longer worried about anything. She knew she loved him, and he loved her in return. He picked her up almost effortlessly, as she wrapped her legs around him. He stumbled, reaching the tent, falling on his sleeping bag.

They breathlessly separated and Elysia began unbuttoning his shirt. Christian began pulling it off. They began kissing again. Elysia ran her fingers down Christian’s back, squeezing his muscles. Christian caressed her neck with his hand, before sending a trail of hot-heavy kisses down her neck.

Elysia entangled her fingers in his hair, her breath becoming quick. He looked back up to her. There were no longer boundaries between them. “I love you,” she said. “I love you,” he replied, before kissing her. Then they were one.

Chapter 23:

Christian was silent as the last lock of his hair fell. They had completely shave his head. The man pushed him away, and called the next person. His clothes had been taken and he wore clothes too loose.

He now knew why Marcus hadn’t given the owl any letters. Fleur had gotten them, and told the soldiers where he was. He hadn’t see Elysia since the day they had pulled them apart. He had realized it was now October 25th, and he feared she was dead. He had not seen her in seven months.

But Elysia was not dead. She as servant to one of the generals, General Viktor Czechanie. Because she was not Jew, she had not yet been harmed in any way. Except by Czechanie’s cruel words.

Elysia entered the kitchen fixing Czechanie’s plate. She took it to the table sitting it down, as Czechanie entered. “Hello pet,” he said, running a hand through her hair. Elysia shivered, edging away. “Come my dear,” he said, “You must have had you a man once.” She shook her head. He grabbed her hand turning her around and touching her cheek. “I can show you what a real man can do.” Elysia turned leaving and brushed away from other servants. Czechanie grinned.

Elysia leaned against the pole outside tears falling. She used it to hold herself up, as she wept. She looked out, seeing the wooden fence, and going to it. She peeked through the hole, seeing her Christian. She knew he couldn’t see her, he probably thought her to be dead. She turned away her heart aching,

There’s so much life

I’ve left to live

And this fire’s burning still

When I watched you look at me

I though I could find

The will…

To stand for every

Dream

And foresake the solid

Ground

And give up this fear

Within

Of what would happen if

they ever knew

I’m in love with you

Elysia’s feet gave in and she fell to the soot covered ground.

Cause I’d surrender

Everything

To feel the chance

To live again

I reach to you…

I know you can feel

It too

We’d make it through

A thousand dreams I still

Believe

I’d make you give them all

To me

I’d hold you in my arms

And never let go

I surrender

Elysia drew a small heart in the ground, writing their initials in the dirt with her finger.

I know I can’t survive

Another night without you

You’re the reason I go on

And now I need to live the truth

Right now, there’s no better time

From this fear I will break

Free

And I’ll live again with

Love

And no they can take that away

From me

And they will see

I’d surrender everything

To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you

I know you can feel

It too

We’d make it through

A thousand dreams I still

Believe

I’d make you give them

All to me

I’d hold you in my arms

And never let

Go

I surrender!

Every night’s getting longer

And this fire’s getting stronger babe

I’ll swallow my pride…

And I’ll be alive

Can’t you hear

My call?

I surrender

All

I surrender everything, to feel the chance

To live again

I reach to you

I know you can feel it too, we’d make it through

A thousand dreams

I still believe

I’d make you give them all

To me

I’d hold you in my arms

And never let go

I surrender

Right here, right now

I give my life to live

Again

I’ll break free, take me

My everything I surrender all

To you

Right now

I give my life to live again

I’ll break free, take me

My everything

I surrender all to you

Elysia looked around for something to stand on. She found a small bucket but that was useless. She got a chair, standing in it so she could see above the fence. She looked down, seeing him immediately. She tried to think of a way to get his attention suddenly , it cam to her.

If I never knew you

If I’d never felt this love

I would have no inkling of

How precious life can be

Christian looked up, seeing her. He smiled, “You’re alive!” Elysia smiled, “Yes, so are you.” he smiled kindly, “We can get away one day, we will. Are you safe? No one has touched you have they?” “No, I’m safe,” she said, “servant to that horrid General.” “Czechanie,” he said, “I’m just happy to see you.” “Me, too,” she said, “I’ll try to visit you tonight.”

Christian smiled, “You promise?” “Yes,” she said, kissing him lightly, “I love you.” “I love you more,” he said, “Stay well.” Elysia nodded letting go of his hand, getting back down. Christian smiled,

If I never held you

I would never have a clue

How at last I found you

The missing part of me

Christian went back to work, quickly. Unknowns to him, a soldier saw his and Elysia’s meeting.

Chapter 25:

Elysia quickly exited the room she slept in each night. She crept past the fences which had caused her fear of being caught by someone waiting in the shadows. But she proceeded, looking for the only one who made any difference to her anymore. Christian.

She entered the room he was to sleep in, passing by rows of beds, hoping her heart would lead her on. To her surprise, a man lead her where she desired. She felt her heart beat stop as she saw him. He was in his bed, beaten and bruised. “Christian!,” she cried not caring if anyone heard. He turned to her, putting a finger to her lip, “Speak softly love.”

“How? How could this happen?,” she said, her hand on his swollen cheek, “Who has done this?” Christian smiled, “Czechanie was less than over-joyed to hear of our secret love my love…It was punishment.” Elysia felt tears fall,

Past all hope of cries for help

No point in fighting

For any way we choose we

Just can’t win

Christian took her hand. “Don’t say that,” he said raspilly, “Don’t say those things. All we have is our love, our faith, our prayers. Don’t take it away, No matter how discouraging this is.” He looked in her eyes, wiping away tears.

Many nights we prayed

With no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood

Now I am not afraid

Although I know there’s much

To fear

We were moving mountains

Long before we knew we could

Oh yes…

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It’s hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

Elysia’s eyes drifted to the window, her hand still holding his,

In this time of fear

When prayer so of the proves

In vain

Hope seems like the summer birds

So swiftly flown away

And now I’m standing here

My heart so full I can’t explain

Seeking faith, and speaking words

I never thought I’d say

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It’s hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

Christian turned her face back to him. He smiled and took her hand, as they looked in each others eyes,

They don’t always happen

When you ask

And it’s easy to give into your fears

But when you’re blinded by the pain

Can’t see the way

Get through the rain

A small but resilent voice

Says hope is very near

Oh

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It’s hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

Somehow you will

When you believe

When you believe

You will when you believe

Elysia felt tears fall, “I love you, you keep me up whenever I fall…” Christian smiled. “I love you more.”

Chapter 27:

It had been a month, Elysia had finally reached Paris. Marcus had disowned Fleur, who had gone mad amidst her jealous rage. She was now in an asylum, alone with no love. Marcus had taken Elysia in, this ordeal hard on them both. But Marcus continued to simply try to make things better.

Elysia had no such luck. She cried each night, her mind swirling on. It was like quicksand, she was not capable of moving on, she could only sink in her sorrow. Christian. Christian. Christian. How precious his name had been, how she missed his eyes, his scent, his warmth. She knew it was selfish to want his presence with her again. But she had never taken, she’d never been wrong, she did all she could to be right. Why could she not have the tiny piece of heaven that had become her world?

She had gone back to the woods briefly. It rained that night, but she cared little. She had to find it. Elysia dug through the dirt, until she was covered from head to toe in it. She was soaked by the rain, feeling so very disgusting. And there was the box. she opened it gently, only peaking inside. There was the dress, in all of its glory.

Elysia returned home quickly, back to the laire within the Opera House. She took a nice warm bath, she warmed herself up. And her mind continued wondering back to Christian. She felt her heart thump, and then briefly stop. She remembered the moments they had shared together. The ice skating in the woods, the time they played in the water in the park, and when he proposed. The night they had made love. She felt a single tear fall. To distract her tears, she got up from the bathtub and wrapped herself in a towel. She then let her gaze fall to the box where the dress was.

Elysia stepped from the bathroom, wearing the lovely gown. She held her hands infront of her, fumbling with the material. Christian. Like a cry of an animal she screamed out, and fell against the couch, falling into it, weeping. The moon shone coldly down upon her, not beautifully like it had before. Elysia looked up to it,

In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?

Sweet darling I worry too much, my love
See the sadness in my eyes
I just feel alone in life
Although I hold you in my heart

Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not at my side
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?


Sweet darling I worry too much, my love
See the sadness in my eyes
I just feel alone in life
Although I hold you in my heart


So sorry our world has tumbled down
I'll remember it through these nights
Rest my head and go to sleep
Because my love, this is not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.

She laid on the couch weeping for hours. But her heart would not let it go. "WHY?! WHY?!," she criedd, "We were never wrong, we were never bad, we were such good people. All we wanted was to love each other! It wasn't good enough to leave us be?! The world had to destroy us because we were not filled with the hate they were. But now I know that hate, and I too want to destroy!!! But I know better, I loved once... and I'd rather have loved once than hate forever."