You were the sweet chambermaid of Abbe's mad house. He saw you everyday and everyday you both grew closer. He taught you how to write, walked with you in the gardens, took his meals with you...but he did other things too.

There were stolen glances...long sighs...an occasional pet name or little poetic verse that slipped his lips. You both knew better as he was a very devout priest who adored his church but you made him dare to question some of the vows he had taken...you made him dare to dream...

But before he could properly convey these feelings to you, you suffered an attack from one of the mad inmates...Abbe found you unconscious and ushered you to the doctors as soon as possible.

He was inconsolable when he heard you were pronounced dead. No one knew the priest had that many tears in his green eyes.

And he wouldn't leave your side as they would prepare things for your burial. He wanted to be there with you even if you weren't there...but here in the safety of his church, the light from stained glass windows on your pale face...you could be mistaken for being simply asleep.

He kneels there, weeping...gently stroking your hair back and tracing your cheeks muttering his prayers and then weeping some more...not even noticing that your eyes have just fluttered open and breath as just rentered your lungs...