26 May

Here is a Special section from Roses In Misery, an interlude between Book One and Two! I’ve included a small bit, to be fully contained after book one is finished!

Interlude: Roses In Misery

It doesn’t matter what the note said. No, it doesn’t matter at all. Because the note was a sweet drop of syrup that was like forgetting. No, I don’t want to think about it anymore. Christine, Meg, Marius, they are happy. I want to forget them right now.

Looking back, it was so naïve of me to just view the world as an extension of the gardens of the opera house. And I’m doubting, doubting everything after these events. I want to go back to that Paris with the dust, the wind, the rain. Because that is the essence of Paris. Beautiful, the world. I’m still Evelyn, and I haven’t changed, though. I don’t have anymore experience than when I first started. It still hurts to think of all of them, their songs, screams, cries.

And now I know the meaning of my name. I know, with the help of love and death. The tides of the years are shattering. The note doesn’t matter now. I want to tell about the real roses. Roses in misery. They are the keys. I found this old page in my journal, describing them. Here it is, the heart of Paris.


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