Mae's eyes flicked open as she felt the body underneath her head move a little. She blinked a few times not moving before slowly unwrapping her arms around Oliver's chest. Oliver's eyes opened straight away and Mae sat up on the bed after he'd removed his arms from her. Oliver sat up beside her and he smiled a bit at her, Mae smiled softly back trying to hide most of the loving emotion she felt at that moment. "We need to be going to see my mother leave..." Mae said softly, standing up in her short silk nightie she'd been wearing under her dress at the ball the night before and walking up to her closet and going through her clothes. "You can go and use the shower in my en-suite, it's through that do-"
"I know where it is Mae" Oliver said chuckling, going through the door which led to Mae's own private bathroom.
Mae got out a pair of leggings, a white top and and pale pink suit jacket which she placed onto her bed before she went and stood on her balcony which over-looked the empty street below. No one really knew where the founders actual house was, it was very big so most just assumed that it was another large hall which is why they were able to go through a different entrance to get into the balls. Most didn't actually think that they lived there in a different part of the house. She stood in the outside with the early sun beaming down on her pale skin. She liked the fact that the sun did not burn her much, it gave her the escape to still enjoy the sun for short times. After a few minutes she felt a prescence behind her and she turned around slowly to come see Oliver standing in the shoadows wearing a his normal black attire. Mae persumed that he had used the poratls to go home and get himself clean clothes and she walked past him and went into the bathroom herself cleaning herself up aswell as she knew that Amelie would be able to easily tell that they'd been together.
Oliver walked about Mae's room, it had hardly changed since the last time he'd been in there over 19 years ago. He regretted that; not that night, but just the whole fact off that he had left Mae all them years ago. He'd acted stupidly, if only he'd known the consequences of that night and the fact that he'd impregganated her; he would have stayed. He would have obeyed to every last rule possible just to be able to call her his own and keep her trust.
On the small table beside Mae's bed, her purple diary sat open. Oliver picked it up slowly, he'd known he'd just been thinking about having Mae's trust but the diary always got to him and made his curiousity grown to the extent that he just had to glance at the thin pages of the book. He looked down at the neat words in the book, he went back a few pages to find an entry from a couple of days ago.
Dear Diary,
I don't know what to say, I do not know what to write. My head is spinning with the thought that Oliver could be dead or being tortured as I write this. Myself and Myrnin have been searching all day today but we have not found any clues to lead us to Oliver to Bishop. I hate to admit it, but I miss him. It's only been a day I know but I can't help the sudden bursts of guilt as I remember that I left him, but if I had stayed then both our lives would be endangered and by leaving him it gave me a greater chance for me to find him.
Bishop brought up how I had been all them years ago, I had to admit it; I was contemplating taking up his offer. I miss the freedom and the power that I once had, the power to just kill whoever I choose, the power to do whatever I wanted, lead people as much I wanted. But I do regret my past a lot, the amount of people I brought down just to feel the highness that I would feel.
Yet I suppose that everyone has their shadows, and that happens to be mine. Not only the fact that my past is grey but also the fact that my guilt is burning inside of me as well as with the desire I felt whenever Oliver was near me, I need to find him, I must.
"Oliver!" Mae called from inside the bathroom.
Oliver's head snapped up as he placed the diary onto the table. "Yes?" He called back.
"Could you please pass me my clothes? They're on the bed."
"Of course" Oliver said, grabbing the clothes and walking up to the door and knocking on it softly, the door opened and Mae grabbed the clothes from him while being wrapped up in a towel.
"Thankyou" She said softly before closing the door. A couple of minutes later; Mae walked out from the bathroom. "Oh yes that reminds me..."
"What?" Oliver asked.
"Never, ever, ever read my diary again." Mae said sternly grabbing her diary from the table and closing it swifty.
"I-I-I..." Oliver muttered. "I was curious" he finally admitted.
"Well never read it again."
"Why do you not just let your feelings be known?" Oliver then asked after a moment of silence.
Mae sighed before saying simply "Because Oliver, no one can be trusted."
"What about me?"
"No." Mae stated before walking out of her room shortly followed by Oliver who had a stern but confused look on his face.
The pair walked down to the streets, Oliver holding an umbrella over them. Myrnin, Claire, Eve and Michael stood on the pavement with Amelie starting to say her goodbyes to everyone. Mae was glad that the Collins' boy had not showed up as now was not the time for any drama. Slowly, Amelie reached Mae and Amelie put out her hand for her to shake it. Mae took her mothers hand before the pair pulled eachother into an awkward hug. "Look after my town..." Amelie said to Mae quietly. They both pulled back and Mae nodded at Amelie.
"I shall, be careful" Mae said as Amelie went over to Oliver.
"You will not do anything against my daughter, no plotting no anything" Amelie warned him before whispering. "But anyway, we both know that will not happen, you really do need to learn to use soap, even if your only option is to use strawberry woman shower gel." Myrnin let out a chuckle and Mae's eyes widened while Claire and Eve just looked confused. Michael stood close with Sam as they both said their goodbyes aswell and after a while, Samuel and Amelie left Morgnville and the rest of the group slowly split ways.
