She took his hand, holding onto it for dear life. The stress and worry taking its toll. She desired nothing more than to know her friend was alright. Yet, she simultaneously felt that her Angel needed her as well. "I already know" she whispered.

She would not see the Palais Garnier again, she supposed. It saddened her, yet she knew it was best for all.

"Jessica, I am so sorry to tell you this through a letter. The Angel and I will be leaving Paris. Well, France actually. He convinced me that it was the best. I shall miss you terribly. Please come and visit if you're ever around. I will send you letters with updates often!"

Would the prince safe the princess by taking her away?

" Ne me quitte pas . . . "

She wonders what has become of her friends now she is gone..

Wraps herself in tinsel, because she IS the present one would wish for.

Stares in complete shock at his lifeless body, her own covered in his blood.

"My friend!"

💔

"Oui?" she responded, raising her gaze from the pages of the book the her Angel.

I want to watch the world world burn..