Rendez-vous salle 209 (English version)

At the time of the french poet Victor Hugo, it was called the "evil of the century". Baudelaire called that the "spleen". The musicians called it the blues. Poets called it "sorrow", "melancholia", "heartache". Elizabeth gave this state of mind a couple of names. Men's names.

That was what her life boiled down to; names, attached to phenomena that no one could have explained to her. Death, Friendship, Soulmate. The death of a man she loved more than anything, the friendship of men unexpectedly adored, and the love of a gentleman she was forbidden to love.

He used to be her brother, and he was her everything. But, at the beginning of the summer, she lost him.
He was the Death ; "to life, to death"

And, there was this man. This man who stood right in front of the board, while she sat behind her desk.
She hated him because he loved her.
He was the Love ; "Oh, life, oh, death..."