|Love Bug| A Monster In Paris Fanfiction

Chapter 19: Lonesome

Been having a bit of writers block, unfortunately D:

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Loralei wiped her eyes with her coat sleeve, sighing before she knocked on the cabaret doors.

After a few minutes of waiting, Francoeur poked his head out of the door. "I'm sorry the cabaret is cl- Loralei?.. Loralei!" Francoeur stepped out of the door, pulling Loralei into a hug that was much too tight, but still, she hugged him back.

"W-What are you doing here? If Lucille sees you i don't know what she'll do-"

"I know.. but I noticed this at the park, and I figured you would have wanted it back." She spoke as she took the guitar from around her.

Loralei held the guitar in front of her presenting it to Francoeur. He smiled softly, a look of relief on his face.

"Thank you, Lora. I went back to the park yesterday morning but it was gone.. I was worried someone had stolen it."

Lucille's dressing room door creaked open, the sound of heels soon followed. "Francoeur, who's at the door this late in the night?"

He glanced in Lucille's direction, before turning back to Loralei. "You should probably go before she sees you.."

"That's uh.. actually the other reason I'm here..." Loralei chuckled awkwardly.

"If it's important just let them in, Francoeur, there's no use in keeping the door open and letting all of that cold air inside the-" Lucille's eyes narrowed as she spotted Loralei in the doorway.

Lucille walked up to the door, glaring to Loralei as she spoke coldly. "In case you haven't already noticed, its two in the morning. Go home."

Loralei couldn't find the right words to say, so her mouth hung open uselessly for a moment, before she sighed. "...I can't.."

"What do you mean, 'you can't'?" Lucille said, placing her hand on the door.

"I mean, I can't go 'home'. I figured I would ask if I could-" Lucille calmly interrupted Loralei.

"No."

"C'mon Lucille, it'll be for just one night!" Loralei begged.

"No. I gave you a well paying job, trust, kindness, and in return you attempted to murder me."

"Lucille..."

"Where the hell were you living before anyways?"

"It's.. complicated." Her attention turned to the ground, running the toe of her boot against it.

"Right, well I'm sure you can find some wealthy bartender who'll give you a place to stay, free of charge if your lucky."

"Lucille, you don't think I've tried that?"

"..."

"I've been to every single hotel, inn, and performing bar within 3 miles of here, Lucille. I can't... I don't have anywhere else to go."

Francoeur turned and looked at Lucille, almost shocked to see her stale expression.

"Then go ask Abigor. I'm sure he's got connections."

Lucille began to close the door, until she felt Loralei push back.

Loralei spoke softly, choked up, and on the verge of tears."H-How do you think I got here..."

"It's not my problem." Lucille spoke before slamming the door shut.

Lucille turned on her heel, heading back towards her room.

Francoeur was, in short, appalled. "Lucille."

"What, Francoeur?"

"You're not seriously going to let Loralei stay out there in the cold are you?" Francoeur spoke, almost yelling.

"I don't want to hear another word about that... that she-devil, Francoeur."

"But-"

"No. End of conversation. Goodnight." She spoke, before walking into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Francoeur chittered rather aggressively, before turning and opening the door once more, only to find Loralei gone.

He looked both up and down the street to no avail. He hastily grabbed his black hat and coat, forgetting the scarf as he made his way outside.

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Unfortunately this chapter didn't hit my 1,000 word goal that I normally strive for on this story, but i'll make up for it in the next chapter, I promise!

Apologies for the 'Hiatus' on updates. :D