Chapter 14

In the morning, Pierre examined his neck in the looking glass. Again, there was no cut. There were a few bruises from where Antoine had sucked at his skin, but the slice from the knife didn’t seem to exist. Pierre shrugged, washed his face, and then prepared for the day ahead.

He continued about his day as normal, spending time in the studio before sitting down to pen a letter to Henri, asking when they could meet next. He sent it on with the street urchins, then returned to his room to look at the locket with the daguerreotype of Antoine. There were so many questions unanswered, he thought to himself. Who was Yuu? Why did Antoine look so young compared to his age? What was his real vocation, and where did he go all the time? Why was he a little standoffish with him—he really was hot and cold depending on the day sometimes. After some thought on those matters, Pierre sighed and put the locket in his pocket to be his muse in the studio later.

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