Nicolas stumbled into the park, worrying that he was late and spotted Renee stood against a tree. As he was already late, he decided to indulge himself by taking the opportunity to enjoy looking at the beautiful girl that he loved. However, as opposed to her usual carefree smile, he was confronted by the sight of his beloved looking frail, with her face pale and drawn in the dying September sun. Her hair was lank and cloaking her face, so unlike the meticulous hairstyles that she normally sported. She wore an old faded coat and whereas clothing normally couldn’t disguise the self-assured behaviour that belonged only to the aristocracy,