Songbird

...there was a girl named Rosalie who loved to run away from home and sleep in cemeteries. To most, she was obscure, but to him, she was fascinating. Bastien had been waiting for someone like her to cross his path. What some saw as blunt, he saw as honest, and what some heard from her mouth as irritating, he found melodious. She was his little songbird. So eager to learn-eager to fall into his insanity. But their love story had limits and was fated to end from the start. Only an act of divinity would keep their love singing for an eternity.