So I realized that every time I re-read this story (something I do obsessively) I have all these random and amusing thoughts. So I decided to have a copy of fleeting hope with commentary! Whenever there is bold writing that's just me letting you all see into my very... eh... unique mind.
Chapter 1
Erik heard a faint thump. *THUMP!* Erik wondered whether a builder had stumbled upon his newly constructed home. Those builders are always getting drunk and getting (stupid) ideas. He had thought this an unlikely occurrence, as the opera house was nearly finished. Erik had ways to deal with intruders, though. He retrieved his Punjab and went to greet his visitor. Cue the dramatic music DUH DUH DUUUUUUUUH!
Upon opening his door, he found a woman lying unconscious on his doorstep. He supposed the girl was pretty, but Erik felt the she was not at all in proper attire. She wore a black cotton shirt with a shield embroidered to the chest, a tan skirt that failed to even reach her knees, purple stockings, and black ballet flats with black clothe flowers sewn to the toes. A description of my uniform A gold crucifix a gift from my grandma actually hung around her neck, and she wore a pair of glasses I'm blind as a bat, which is actually a stupid saying that now set askew.
The girl stirred a little. Her eyes opened sleepily. After gazing for a moment at Erik's unmasked face, she promptly lost consciousness once more. Erik gathered up the girl I'm being held by Erik! I'm being held by Erik and took her inside. Erik's morals, however skewed Which, they are., did not allow the murder of young ladies. Thank you God for giving me two X chromosomes.o
So there you are a glimpse into my incredibly random mind.
Erik: They're never going to respect you now. You know that right?
Me: *shrug*