Fanny doesn't leave her room at all and while she's busy taking online classes and reading the books Andy has brought her, her mind always ends up in the same place: think about Michel and what happened.

She half-suspected he wouldn't come to check on her, but somehow she still felt frustrated when he actually didn't show up.


And that's even though she's not even sure if she wants to see him or not.

All she knew was that she hadn't been fine since that day, feeling as if a large hole had been punched through her chest, leaving her empty and numb.

Trying to give her mind, which was a messy mess, a rest, Fanny decided to leave her room.


She didn't know where she was going, but it was quite late so she hoped that everyone was asleep.

Slowly getting out of bed, Fanny put her hand on the door and quietly opened it, looking left and right to make sure no one was in the hallway before stepping out.


As she gently tiptoed down the stairs, she hopes that being able to stroll through the gardens will help her relax, but as she approaches one of the large living rooms that will lead outside, she immediately stops when she hears a soft tune playing on the grand piano she knows is there.

She just wanted to keep going, but the music washed over her like a slow, gentle wave that made Fanny close her eyes and listen, her heart suddenly feeling a sense of peace.

Having not been in such a calm state for nearly a month, she welcomes the feeling that envelops her body as the person's fingers move rapidly over the piano keys.

This. This is what she needs.

Suddenly, the music suddenly stopped and Fanny opened her eyes to see what had caused the interruption.

The lights were off, but the door was slightly open so leaning forward, she carefully looked inside, her heart stopped when she saw it.

Out of everyone, Michel was sitting on a bench, facing the piano in the corner.

He had his back to her but she could still see that there was a glass in his hand as he was staring intently at the white and black keys of the instrument.

She stood there, frozen in place as she watched him bring the glass to his lips and finish the rest of his drink.

He looks terrible.

Tired.

As if he hadn't slept in weeks.

Heart heavy and pounding in her chest, she began to quietly leave the door but his voice stopped her.

"I know you're there."

Fanny froze and her eyes widened.

Placing her hand on her chest, she nervously bit her lip.

Should she leave? She didn't know if she was ready to face him as her mind and heart continued to fight continuously.

Finally, she slowly opened the door and carefully stepped inside, stopping right at the entrance.

Michel didn't look in her direction but kept looking at the piano making her nervously stand up.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up.

"Why are you here?" Michel asked, voice rough and hard.

She shivered and shook her head quickly, not knowing how to respond.

It was strange to hear his voice again, though she was more surprised because she didn't feel the disconnect she expected herself to feel.

But when she realized he couldn't see her, she quickly moistened her lips and tried to clear her throat.

"I didn't know you played the piano." She said instead of answering his question.

Fanny looked past him and stared at the grand piano.

It was beautiful and she immediately felt at peace when she recalled the tune from earlier.

Wrapping her arms around her body, she took a few steps into the room and stood in the middle.

Her eyes remained fixed on the piano as her desire to hear him play again increased.

She wants to really see him touch the soft keys with his fingers, and see how he makes this amazing sound.

Turning to Michel, Fanny gulped when she noticed that he was already staring at her, his eyes fierce but unreadable.

They stared at each other, their eyes unwavering.

After a few seconds, Fanny gulped and looked away.

Shifting her gaze to his chest, she followed the path down and felt her heart tighten at the sight.

When she looked back, she saw that his eyes were still on hers.

Licking her lips nervously, she clenched her cold hand into a fist.

Michel gave her a blank look and then looked at the piano.

There was no movement because it felt like they were both holding their breath for the conversation to come.

"You shouldn't be here anymore," Michel said gruffly.

She gasped at his words.

Of all the things she thought he could say after what happened, she would never have expected him to say this.

Heart pounding, she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

"What do you mean..."

Fanny waited for him to say something but he didn't.

Like she's not even there anymore.

But she is still waiting.

She didn't know exactly why, but her legs were steady.

Pulling on the lap, she wondered what she should do, but she couldn't think of anything.

So, slowly, she stepped back.

It seems that Michel needs some alone time so without looking up at him, she turns around and begins to find her way out.

But before she could step out of the room, his voice stopped her, her steps halting as her heart stuttered at his words.

"I don't mean just now, Fanny. I think you should go home."

Fanny turned to stare at the back of her head with a skeptical expression.

"Home? You want me to go home?" She asked in a harsh voice, took a step forward, and left the door.

He turned towards her.

"You want to, don't you? And it's too dangerous for you here anyway."

Fanny felt her body freeze.

She searched his face for any signs of how he might have meant it, but he just stared at her with the same dead eyes.

Before she knew it, she was back at the piano and stopped in front of it, facing him.

With a heavy heart, she waited for his answer.