Chapter 2 Breakfast and Farewells
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Madame Red woke to a throbbing headache, most likely from crying herself to sleep. She groaned and blinked a few times into the darkness, suddenly wishing that she could go back to sleep. This constant ache in her heart... she didn't want to live if her pain would constantly be there. She sighed though, carefully reaching out with her hand to try and find the candle beside the bed.
She felt around and silently cursed to herself, speaking softly to herself as she struggled in the darkness. "It is morning, isn't it? Then why is it so dark in here...?" She eventually felt the candle with the tips of her fingers and she relaxed, and felt around for the draw knob, slowly easing it open. She found a match and lit the candle, setting it back on the table top.
She sighed again, not wanting to get out of the bed, feeling comforted by it's softness and it's warmth, but she knew it was most likely Undertaker's bed. She frowned and laid her head back down, not liking the thought that he gave his bed up to her. She took a deep breath, preparing to start the day, but she hesitated, drinking in the sweet scent she breathed in instead.
Surprisingly there was no smell of chemicals in the air, instead there was mint and... cinnamon. She sighed in content at first, taking in the scent that was in the sheets. Until she realized what she was doing. With a startled gasp, she blushed and sat back up, feeling embarrassed at the idea that she was enjoying the scent of a man that she did not even really know, not to mention that she was not romantically involved with. She hurriedly got out of the bed, her cheeks still red with her blush.
She tried her best to straighten out any wrinkles in her clothing, but she knew it was useless, but is wasn't as if she planned to go anywhere else after this. She carefully made the bed and took a moment to relax, looking around the room. It was barren and left with only a bed, table, wardrobe and a mirror.
Angelina frowned slightly as she noticed there were no signs of precious memories. There were no cherished items set out for the owner to see, there were no paintings or pictures of loved ones. The sight made her heart ache, for she had memories to hold onto, had precious things to hold, but this kind man did not seem to have any. Was he that... lonely? That alone in this world?
She sighed and looked down at her flat stomach, tears in her eyes as she remembered how small her bulge had been before the accident. Yet, she could see that her baby was there, and so could her husband and the rest of the family. Now, they were all gone. "I guess I'm alone in this world now, too..."
She hadn't realized that she was speaking to herself out loud until she heard a soft knocking at the door that led into the backroom where the bed was at. She jumped slightly and walked to the door, opening to see Undertaker, a concerned frown on his lips. "Is everything alright, Madame? I thought I heard your voice and you crying..." She smiled slightly, feeling comforted by the silver haired man's concern. She nodded, smiling. "Yes, I'm doing quite well..."
The red haired woman sighed and stepped out of the room, leaving the door open as Undertaker stepped back to allow her out. She glanced at him and smiled kindly, curtsying to him. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows, telling her the storm had blown over. "Thank you so very much, Undertaker. I guess it's time for me to leave, so I-"
She stopped as Undertaker gently touched her shoulder, a wide, kind smile on his face. "Please, Madame, do stay awhile longer so you can have breakfast, the 'table' is already set..." He was very much hoping that she would stay, just for a bit longer so he could make sure she truly was alright.
Madame Red blushed, but smiled, she could sense that he wanted and hoped she would stay, and she herself liked the idea. She nodded. "Yes, I would love to stay." Undertake smiled, carefully touching her elbow so he could guide her. "I'm very grateful, my lady..."
She excepted his touch, not feeling the need to pull away from it and he guided her to one of the coffins. He chuckled softly at the sight of the one he was guiding her to. It was covered by a white table cloth, two plates with toasted bread on it. He sighed slightly as he glanced at her, a slight frown on his face. "The bread is all that I can offer, my lady. I'm terribly sorry..."
Undertaker was very displeased by his lack of ability to make her truly comfortable, but he truly tried his best. He pulled a chair up and pushed her close to the coffin once she sat. She smiled at him and touched his forearm gently, keeping him from walking away. "It's alright, darling... I wasn't really hungry..."
The silver haired man blushed at the 'darling' comment and took his seat. They began to eat silently, Madame Red only speaking to answer his questions. He was happy with the way she seemed so content and relaxed compared to the day before. He was grateful to see she wasn't crying. Soon, though, his happiness and contentment fled as they finished eating, and he realized that it really was time for her to go.
He was happy with her company.
She thanked him for his kindness and the meal. He watched her walk out the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks before she left. He smiled as she stepped out into the sunlight, admiring how the sunlight caused her hair to light like fire, just like her eyes had the night before. "Please come back, Miss Angelina..."
She smiled at the mortician, nodding slowly. "Thank you..." She carefully got into the carriage that Undertaker had summoned earlier, and watched him shut the door of his shop. Then the door of the carriage shut. She sighed and looked away, but suddenly she felt lonely once more.
With her hands resting over her empty, flat stomach, she felt tears of longing come to her eyes.
I hope you guys liked that chapter! It felt a bit... choppy to me, but oh well. Review please!
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