Paris, 1817
It was the year 1817. The darkness of the night had consumed the quiet village. The only source of light coming from the dim street lamps and a singular, flickering candle in the window of a small house, where a young girl sat by her mother's bed. The older of the two had been fatally ill for quite some time and was slowly dying. The little girl sat by her mother, begging her to stay.
Although she knew it wasn't possible, she continued to repeat her words.
Silence overtook the two but was shortly broken by the soft angelic voice of the dying mother.
Christine's Mother:
"How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on.
Maybe some moments weren't so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
Or our lives are incomplete
Then when the shadows overtake us
Just when we feel all hope is gone
We'll hear a song and know once more
Our love lives on
How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkness of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protects, proceeds, and perseveres
And makes us whole
Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
How does a moment last forever?
When our song lives on."
"Christine," The mother whispered, "promise me that when I'm gone and you're feeling low, think of our song."
The girl nodded, tears spilling from her eyes. The mother opened her arms and her daughter clung to her.
"Oh my darling, Christine. Remember I will always watch over you. I will be there ever step of the way. And remember our song will always live on." The mother soothingly said with a breathless voice.
Suddenly, she started to cough and though Christine tried to help, it was no use.
"Papa!" The girl cried, "papa help!"
A man with dark hair burst trough the door in sudden panic to find his wife uncontrollably coughing.
He grabbed the woman some water, helping her drink it, but it didn't help. The woman was on the brink of death and they all knew it.
With one last strained breath, the woman fell still. Her skin turning cold as the colour drained from her skin.
She was gone.
The daughter sobbed as her father sheltered her, almost hiding her from the pain.
That night changed the girls life.
That night she was left with only a father.
That night, part of the wall was built up.
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All I ask Of You
FanfictionChristine, a girl who has been hurt too many times to count, builds a wall around her heart, vowing to never let anyone in again. That is until Enjorlas, a man with a heart of stone, breaks it down and she lets him.
