Paris, France in Spring of 1911; a year after the flooding of the Seine River. Francoeur had become a regular at L'Oiseau Rare, often singing and playing the guitar along side Lucile, the Angel of Montemartre. Emile had proposed to Maud Lucille and Raoul had been dating since they confessed their love for each other. Everything seemed to have been going well for everyone.

Lucille and Francour were making their rounds at the market. Lucille picked out some lavender ad held them over to Francour.

"What do you think of these?"

Francour took a smell of the flowers and started feeling a little dizzy.

"You're right. Too strong." said Lucille, "Perhaps hydrangeas are better decoration for the wedding."

As Lucille was about to pick out the flowers, a delivery truck pulled by and out popped Raoul to greet her with some flowers of his own.

"Lucille. How is my angel doing?"

"Raoul!" said Lucille, running up to him and throwing her arms around him, "I see you're wearing a new straw coat."

"It's not straw!" said Raoul, "It's alfalfa this time."

Lucille giggled and the both of them kissed.

Francoeur watched the both of them. They seemed so happy together, yet somehow, Francoeur's smile started to disappear and he didn't know why. He was already familiar with the concept of "love" seeing Raoul and Lucille kiss before, but this was the first time that he started to feel a bit of melancholy because of it.

After kissing, Lucille looked over at Francoeur and saw the subtle frown on his face.

"Francoeur, what's wrong?"

Francoeur chirped a sigh. Even if he had the ability to tell her, he didn't want to burden her with his sadness.

Lucille took one of Francoeur's four arms.

"Come on, lets go home." she said before turning to Raoul, "I'll see you later!"

As Lucille lead Francoeur, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window. His large yellow eyes stared back at him. He looked at his blue face and tall stature. People have seen him as a monster; a thing that shouldn't even exist and he knew this. Even the guests at L'Oiseau Rare were rather frightened of his appearance. It was then he realized that the same happiness he saw in Emile and Maud and Raoul and Lucille could never be his.

Francoeur closed his eyes and let out a sad chirp.