Bob called everyone back to the set with an aggravated tone. The tears that still lingered behind my eyes were trying to force themselves out. When it was time for me to glance at Westley I couldn't do it. Pain stabbed my heart every time I made an attempt to look at him. To see him smiling. Smiling a smile that was so rehearsed that at first it almost felt real, as if it were intended for me instead of Christina.

When he made his way over towards me I thought I was going to crumble but I stood my ground. Then his minty breath caressed my nose, making a tear fall from my eyes. I was going to miss that smell.

The tear ran away from it's family, happy to escape from it's prison behind my left eye. I thought that was the last drop of sorrow my soul contained but then the storm came. Heavier and stronger. It was a war between my composure and my feelings. I fought to stand strong, to act as if I were alright, but my feelings made me weaker.

Sobs escaped from my mouth as the tears ran free. Bob yelled cut at the cameraman as I broke free from Leo's sweet minty breath. I ran into the lobby and sat on the soft burgundy couch. The tears became heavier and the sobs grew deeper. My heart was broken.

Judy, one of the make-up artist, came to see me twenty minutes later. She caked more make-up on my face then I had before. I was pushed back into the spotlight once more and I was forced to surrender my soul to the sweet breath of pain.

When it was time to go home, everybody on set quickly left to get their things. Groups of extras formed by the snack bars and a couple of actors went to their dressing rooms. As I made my way back to the lobby, I could hear soft footsteps behind me.

I turned around to find the usually angered face staring at me sympathetically. His dark brown eyes bore into my soul, like bullets. Hard and penetrative.

"Francesca I know you've been through a lot these past couple of months...the death of your mother...which I truly am sorry for...but you need to get in to character. I don't want to have to find you a replacement." Bob said softly.

"Yeah...I'm fine...I promise I'll get it together. I won't let you down Bob." I replied with a half-smile.

Bob nodded his head slowly and walked away.

I'm gonna let him down.

After waiting in the lobby for half an hour, I started to get frustrated. My father was never this late coming to pick me up. I closed my eyes and tried to think of positive things because I didn't want my father to see me cry. He would manipulate me into telling him what was wrong and I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to tell him that Leo did this to me.

Finally he came. He had a huge grin on his face that shone brighter than the sun. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and led me out the studio towards the car. When we were settled in the car, his smile continued to look at me.

The pain was already starting to come back.

"So tell me about this movie. Is it what you kids these days call "hip?" my dad asked, a smile in his voice.

I opened my window a crack, hoping it would ward off the coming tears. The smells of New York caressed my nose, making the pain worse. In the mist of all the smells I could smell him.

To disguise my pain, I tried laughing at my father's question but I couldn't bring myself to smile. Even the laugh itself seemed like an act, fake and rehearsed.

I looked up at my father. The smile I heard in his voice wasn't there anymore.

Suddenly he looked at me with dark, firm eyes. He could see that behind the laughter, the angel of pain waited.

My soul was filled with so much hate and confusion. Everything around me seemed dark and dead. My drop of sun has left me.

"Fran, what is wrong?" my dad asked concernedly.

"Dad, I don't want to talk about it." I replied, turning away.

"It isn't that boy is it?" my dad asked firmly.

I ignored my father's question and closed my eyes. Now I was afraid to let my tears fall.

"I asked you...no I ordered you to stay away from that boy and you..." my dad started angrily.

"I loved him besides you don't have to worry, he broke up with me." I said softly, releasing my tears.

My father whispered something so false and so painful that I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

He said "You do not know what love is"

I wanted so much to argue that I did but it wasn't worth it. I had questioned my father's authority, and he was ashamed of me. He asked me for the sake of my heart, to stay away from this arrow. He never wanted me to be struck because my heart would be tainted with sorrow.

The car stopped.

We were outside the Sheridan hotel.

Without looking at my father I got out of the car and slammed the car door shut.

I walked towards the door, where the doorman, Denny, waited.

"Good evening, Miss Fran." the doorman said politely.

"Good evening, Denny." I replied politely.

I walked through the door, which Denny held open for me, and headed across the lobby towards the elevator.

People stared at me as if I were an alien. A girl who looked four years younger then me, smiled and waved at me as if I were a princess. Her mother tried vehemently to pull her daughter away, but she stood her ground.

"Oh my gosh! This is so not happening. You're Francesca Austen! I loved you in Romantic Renaissance. I read that book like five times and I'm a huge fan of Juliette. I mean you portrayed her so well! Can you please sign my book?" the girl asked excitedly.

"Uh...thanks. What is your name?" I asked politely.

"Madison Evans." the girl replied ecstatically.

I took Madison's worn copy of Romantic Renaissance and signed the inside cover. It read:

Love is pain but it is also beautiful.

So pain is beautiful, remember that.

Francesca AustenJuliette Dawson from Romantic Renaissance

After signing the book, I handed it back to Madison. She quickly read the message I wrote her. When she looked at me, her eyes were smiling.

Then she gave me a big hug. I hugged her back.

Madison let go of me. Tears were in her eyes.

"That is my favorite line in the whole book." Madison explained.

"Mine too." I said smiling.

"This is so cool!" Madison exclaimed happily.

I smiled at Madison and she smiled back. Her mother waited impatiently for

Madison to say goodbye. After a few minutes of silence, Madison's mother pulled her along. Madison smiled back at me as she and her mother walked away.

It was strange how someone who knew nothing of you or your past would hate to leave you. On the other hand, someone who knew your every thought and feeling wanted so badly to leave you.

"Yes, my love, pain is beautiful, but love is both." I whispered to myself, walking towards the elevator.

I listened to the soft harmonious elevator music with my eyes closed. The tears still hid behind my eyelids, but for some reason they didn't want to fall.

My heart felt cold and still.

My mind felt blank and stupid.

My life seemed to be ending.

The sound of the elevator doors opening brought me back to life. My eyes flashed open in alarm. I walked out of the elevator and headed down the hall to my fortress of solitude.

When I reached the door to my suite, I pressed my head to the door. I took long deep breaths as I dug around in my right pocket for the key.

Tears fell silently from my eyes and I swiped the key in the lock.

The red light on the door flashed green. The door was unlocked.

I opened the door and let the waves crash against my shore. The tears wouldn't stop. They just kept falling and for some reason I let them. I closed the door behind me and made my way towards the tan couch in the middle of my room where I collapsed.