Christian had always believed in love he had dreamed of it ever since his mother had passed although he didn’t remember much of her he did remember her stories of love. True love.

Yet now it seemed all useless love these feelings the grief the woman he loved the one he wanted to marry one day the one he saw himself growing old with died. Dead. Gone. Of no fault of his own yet it felt like it was how could he be so stupid to not even notice her sickness? She had fainted why did he not question it? His writing which was once full of love and light had turned rather dark and bitter.

She was dead and he was alive

Toulouse tried to help his friend yet it all seemed fruitless until finally he was able to convince Christian to join him to a writers lecture. One with people all over the world yet he didn’t seem all that happy being their wishing he had a bottle of alcohol to drown himself in. Deep down he was praying for no one to talk to him yet of course he wasn’t granted that liberty.

Thee had been plenty of times he had considered joining his lover in the afterlife after all he had no family he was the most miserable he had ever been in his entire life. He just wanted to be left alone yet a brunette had to try and talk to him had to walk towards his corner and talk to him.