There was the most beautiful music coming from behind a cracked door late one night; so beautiful, in fact, that Alexander couldn't help himself, and he soon found himself squeezing through the door into the dark room to see where it was coming from.
To his shock, it was Rosalina Validaris, her scarf pulled down revealing the entirety of her face as she played her instrument. The moonlight illuminated her pale face, making her look more gentle than she usually did. She stopped suddenly, and looked toward the man standing at the doorway. Alexander felt his heart skip a beat.
"Hello, Father Anderson." Rosalina said in her calm, cool voice, lowering the violin she had been so wonderfully playing just seconds before. Alexander's lips curved into a small smile. Rosalina was a person he could honestly say he cared for very much (maybe more than even he realized).
"You never told me you played the violin, Rosalina..." Alexander said, taking a few small steps closer to the young woman before him. She tucked a medium-length lock of chocoate colored hair behind her ear.
"Music is a gateway to the soul, don't you think?" Rosalina said, her smile partially covered by her snow white scarf.
"You can express many things through music, can't you? Emotions, beliefs..." she added to her previous thought.
Alexander said nothing. What was he to say?
Her brown eyes sparkled lovingly at the tall man. But he didn't quite seem to catch this.
"Rosalina, you should be asleep. You have quite a bit of work to do with the orphans in the morning. You promised them, remember?" Alexander lectured. Rosalina's smile fell, and she lowered her beautiful brown eyes, looking much like a kicked puppy.
"You care more about those orphans than you do me." she said once she collected herself once more (Which took a maximum of five seconds). She placed her string instrument into it's case and rose to her feet, preparing to leave the room. Alexander's green eyes filled with confusion.
"Hm?"
"I think it's great, how you care for them. But I hate that you seem to treat me like this." Rosalina said, walking out slowly.
"Like what? Rosa dear, your being unclear. What do you mean?"
"Well isn't it obvious? I love you." she said bluntly, looking more frustrated than sad when she turned a corner. Alexander stood in his place, confused, then began to briskly walk in the direction she went in. He had to catch up to her-and fast.
"Rosalina!"
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A/N: ... Yes, this wasn't exactly what you asked for, but it was all I could manage. I think I'll write something else for you later... Someone different. eue" I was never good at writing for Alexander (Which is why he never gets his stories published)... And there was one that I did that was longer and clearer but... It was NEVER going to be done. I couldn't finish it..
... And is "Entirety" a WORD?