The Fall of a former Dancer

Chapter 2

Mérante hushed next to her. He sank on his knees and glanced at her worried. He laid a Hand on her Shoulder. "Odette". She couldn't look at him instead she tried to focus on something different. He waited a few Seconds but still, Odette hadn't lifted her gaze. He placed his fingers under her chin, he felt that some tears reached his fingertips yet he made her look at him.

Odette Hearts was Racing, it wasn't just the pain which let her cry. It was the realization that she would never dance again. She got those Moments already, the terrifying Moments in which her ankle ached more than normal, her Heart rushed, her Head ached and not even her Cane can help her to stand on her feeds. In these Moments she felt like she would burn again.

Their eyes met. Her blue eyes looked like a storm, the usual Peace was gone and the tears let her eyes look glassy. He has never seen her like this, just once after Félice was taken away from Madame La Haut. He hated those Moments. To see her that much broken, with those red, puffy eyes. He felt like he failed, failed to save her from every harm.

They sit like this for a while. Odette crying in front of him and his Fingers below her chin. He was the first one to break this quietness. "Odette, let me help you," He said it slowly and fine-tuned. He let his fingers fall again and looked at her seriously and worried at one. She sighed, her Troath felt dry her eyes hurt and her ankle shot still waves of Pain trough her Body. "Fine" she whispered, she hasn't got the power for more words. While Mérante stood up without a Problem, it took Odette a little bit more. She needed to Catch her breath a few times. Mérante stood just a few Centimeters next to her, ready to catch her all the time.

When she stood she felt shaky again and needed to lean against something, but the only thing in the nearness was Louis. The Pain in her Ankle grew again and her Knees failed her again. But this time she hasn't landed on her knees. Louis has caught her. He holds her in his Arms. She felt his heartbeat next to her head, that meant she leaned against his chest. Without a Word, Louis decided something. He laid a Hand under her Knee and one at her higher Back and with one smooth Motion she laid in his Arms.He had lifted her up and murmured something "I got you"

She had closed her eyes and let her Head fell on his Shoulder. It was the first time that she felt so weak and powerless. He looked at her tired face with a small smile. He had let the Cane back in the Theater wanted to go to the attic but there he saw something. The Nutcracker had just ended and a thousand people left the Opera through the main hall, the only way to the attic.