In a small and gloomy bedroom, she finds herself alone.
She remembers the argument they had last night.
Along with glimpses of her memories that show how sweet and tender their love was,
is the flashback of that argument.
She thinks of the memory of them dancing slowly
lost in the rhythm of La Vie En Rose
the passion behind each caress
the corny but sweet exchange of love notes
the dinner dates and the silent nights.
She then struggles to keep herself tamed with all of the mixed feelings of despair, anger and longing that she feels.
She looks at herself in the mirror and realizes that no matter how bad they fight was, they will still end up in each other’s arms.