"She meant everything to me!" He cried. Not caring if even a simple woman would see him break down in tears. He didn't care about anything anymore. "She was the ONLY one who could see me, truly, and not tremble in fear. She was perfection and I loved her! But now she's gone... Mon Souer, Mon Ange." Erik's sister, Annabelle, was there since the beginning. She was the perfect child. An angel in the eyes if her parents. She was closer than a sister to Erik. She was his saviour; his light. But due to the expectations in 19th century France, things would change. And they would change fast....All Rights Reserved