It's time for my favorite part of this book: useless second-person chapter-ettes! Joy.
Again, you're wandering the circus. For whatever reason, the narrator has once again decided your trivial escapades are worthy of mention.
This time, you are in a tent watching acrobats and gymnasts and trapeze artists and aerialists, etc., performing without any net below them.
Your attention is fixed on a man in a tuxedo. A silver rope suspends him above the ground by a silver rope.
He spins around for a bit before dropping suddenly.
For whatever reason, you haven't gotten over the mystique of Les Cirque des Reves yet, so you look away as he falls.
The rope catches him at eye level with the crowd, and, looking around, he takes off his hat and does an upside-down bow, which is definitely the most interesting thing in this almost-chapter.
It doesn't even deserve my usual ending this time, because it offers absolutely nothing to the story. Nothing.
We have no idea who the man is, he never comes up again, his performance lasted less than a minute and only involved him spinning and falling.
It could have anyone; it could have been Marco. It's just infuriating.
Shatter Me Chapter Five should be up later today and next chapters of both will be out tomorrow.
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