Rachel L. Demeter

If I__ a monster, mademoiselle, it__ because man__ cruelty has made me so.

Pain is in the mind. And, in my mind, ma chérie _ I was withyou.

Let me have you in the most intimate ofways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch.Make me yours forever.

Let this moment whisper through eternity. Let it fill my every dream and visit me each night.

Now, tomorrow, and always.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

I won__ pretend that I deserve you. I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken._ He gestured to his face and body with trembling hands. __ know you see past these things when you look at me . . . but I hope I can be enough for you.___hat? Enough for me? Gabriel, you are everything.

Hope is a beautiful and magical thing. Grasp it tight, monsieur, and never let go.