The Way Stained Glass Shatters

To Viviette, dancing was her everything. It was her heartbeat, her breath, her every waking moment. But she grew tired of dancing for anyone that wasn't her own.

After half a decade of performance, Viviette returns to Paris in hopes of restarting her life. She thought the hardest part would be winning back her fellow Parisian's favor- Oh how wrong she was.

The dancer had been warned about Judge Frollo too little too late, and suddenly she found herself working in his kitchens and with a forbiddance to dance. But this was the permanence she so desperately desired, wasn't it? She had a purpose and a roof, what more could she ask for? Frollo was a cruel man, but she was fully able to hold her own against his enraging behavior.

Viviette couldn't stand him. And yet;
He was the reason she couldn't sleep at night. He infected her every thought and action. She could feel herself falling to pieces with their every interaction.

Stained glass windows don't make art without the bindings that hold them together.

(Written by SucculentBiter on Wattpad. Art by Mirthless.Smiles on Instagram.)