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FOLIE À DEUX
When love becomes madness, and madness becomes the only escape.

Sixteen-year-old Lucienna runs not just from her home in Lille, but from the shadows of her past — from bruised skin and broken silences, from the suffocating weight of being unseen. What she doesn’t expect to find is him — Fuite — a boy as strange and haunted as she is, living a life of disappearance.

As the two begin to orbit each other in the silence of library aisles and hidden corners, a fragile routine forms — delicate, dangerous, and intoxicating. But what starts as a flicker of understanding quickly spirals into something obsessive, all-consuming, and irreversible. In each other, they find solace. In each other, they find reflection. And in each other, they find madness.

Folie à Deux — a shared psychosis. A shared love. A shared destruction.

This is not a love story. This is the story of a girl who fell in love with her ghost. And the price she paid for it.

FOLIE À DEUX

Days bled into weeks, but the letters stopped. I no longer threw my pain over the fence, yet he kept watching. Smiling at me from across the street, like he saw through the cracks I tried so desperately to hide.

Each time our eyes met, there was a flicker- something unspoken, raw, almost electric. Like two broken souls recognizing each other in the dark.

I tried to pull away, tried to bury that strange pull deep beneath layers of fear and shame. But his smile followed me everywhere- a fragile light in the shadows of my world.

We never spoke. Not really. Just brief glances and shy nods as we passed.

But slowly, something started to shift.

One day, I caught him looking at me longer than usual. His eyes weren't just curious anymore they were soft. Tender. Like he wanted to reach out, to heal something inside me I didn't even know was bleeding.

And I felt it too - the trembling edge of something dangerous and sweet. Hope, maybe. Or the cruelest kind of love: obsession.

Falling into the only thing that made the walls around my heart crack open. And he he was the fracture. The escape. The madness wrapped in a smile.

CHAPTER 4