Rosen Tears

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A carriage stopped in front the mansion de Jarjayes. A lady in a splendid blue dress stepped out from the vehicle, welcomed by and old woman and several maids.

“Welcome back, Mademoiselle Oscar,” said the old woman.

“I’m back, Nounou,” said the blond woman in the blue dress, “where’s André? Tell him to meet me in my room.”

Back to her room, Oscar took off the dress with the help of a maid. She was so happy to be able to put her usual clothes back on.

Meanwhile, a thousand thoughts hummed in her mind. She thought she would be sad to end this crush with Count Fersen, yet, she only felt empty. The thing which used to fascinate her so much was, now, only some weak sparkles, fainting out into nothingness. She thought a dance with him would give her something precious to remember, all she could recall of it, however, were the revolting feeling from swirling too much, and the throbbing pain from her now-numb-feet. She wanted to claim that it was the Black-Knight who interrupted her ritual of ending her aching love, but she could not lie. As soon as she ran out of that ballroom, she felt a sudden relieve, so strongly that tears ran down her cheeks. Was her love which had caused her so much pain for so many years only self-imagined? She can’t think straight anymore.     

Three gentle knocks on the door. It was André.

“Enter,” she said.

The sight of her black-haired friend walking towards her put a smile back on her face. It was always good to see him, not that he was charming or something, but that his presence calmed her, like a piece of log for a drowning man. Now, she could carry on with her task, and not let confusion take advantage of her any more.

“Get a map of Paris and the agenda of balls held every night, André.”

Andréwas shocked, and asked her if she was going to dress in women’s clothes and attend the balls again.

 He can be so goofy sometimes, Oscar thought, while reassuring him that she had had enough “dress-related experience” for a lifetime, and that her intention was to catch the Black Knight.

When the door was closed behind André, Oscar couldn’t help but chuckled heartily.  Her childhood friend has always been warm, always caring. Her dear, precious André.