Sequel: La Fin Des Bohèmes ›
Les Bohèmes
The Philosophy Professor
TOMCOLLINSTOMCOLLINST"I think they meant it
TOMCOLLINSTOMwhen they said you can't buy love,
TOMCOLLINSTOMCOLLINbut I know you can rent it."
The smile plays on the corners of the philosophy professor’s mouth. He knows that it goes against everything he has been taught – that people who are staring death in the face can never be happy – but after all that has happened, how can he not be happy?
As he holds the shroud of brown leather close to him, memories of the past months flicker like a candle flame, like one of Mark’s films.
One face stands out from them all.
Angel. An Angel of the first degree.
His fingers trace the scar on his temple. The scar that started everything.
TOMCOLLINSTOMwhen they said you can't buy love,
TOMCOLLINSTOMCOLLINbut I know you can rent it."
The smile plays on the corners of the philosophy professor’s mouth. He knows that it goes against everything he has been taught – that people who are staring death in the face can never be happy – but after all that has happened, how can he not be happy?
As he holds the shroud of brown leather close to him, memories of the past months flicker like a candle flame, like one of Mark’s films.
One face stands out from them all.
Angel. An Angel of the first degree.
His fingers trace the scar on his temple. The scar that started everything.
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