It Hurt When She Fell From Heaven

She remembered her days dancing with the Nutcracker. With her Lou.
What she would give to become Clara once again. Lou's Clara.
What she would give for Lou back. Her Lou. Not the stern Monsieur Mérante, but her kind, if a bit stiff Lou.

But she was only Odette, and Clara's magic was gone, trapped in the remnants of a hungry burning fire. She was only Odette, a hunched husk of a ballet student living off patrons and scholarships.

And her Lou was gone.
Gone.
He left when her leg crumbled into ash.