What do you mean by my next update? She died, end of story, this isn't House MD or Lost where people survive falls like that.
Sorry, I had to, it kind of would have been fun to kill her, but in the ironic sense, and I don't think it would have suited the story, other than a very cheap and quick end.
I appreciate how you as the reader could be so nice about the fact that it's been so long. I'll try to update it more regularly.
He had only been passing, and would have done that, if it hadn't been for the fact that the room seamed quiet, too quiet for anyone to be in there. Of course, he wanted to see her, to look in on her, to be with her, but he would have waited, it would be the proper thing to do, he could have waited. Maybe it was an excuse, maybe even a bad one, but it made him uneasy, it was not like her. Not that she used to be noisy, but the room had a sort of empty feeling that he didn't like at all.
And as he opened the door, he discovered he was right, no one was in there. The only sound was the breeze from the open window. He started to panic now, had she left? After all that had been said and done lat night, she wouldn't just leave? Could it really have meant that little to her? But she must have gone out of the window, there was no other possibility, he would have heard her leaving by the door.
Everything was black. But she could not be dead could she, was this how being dead felt? Opening her eyes and feeling how tense she was, she understood. This wasn't heaven or hell. She wasn't dead; she wasn't even close to dying. The sudden wakening had been a shock to her, as only a fall in a dream can make you feel. Her dream had felt so real. Her nightmare had made her believe what wasn't true. She hadn't gone to the convent. How could she, after all that had been said and done?
But where was she? The darkness was so pressing that she couldn't see anything. Even though she knew she had been dreaming, her head was still dizzy from the fall. It feel like she had really just fallen 20 feet, but not in a bad way, she wasn't really hurt, the only feeling she had was the wind, as she fell trough the air. It was a wonderful feeling, or rather, it would be if one didn't know one was about to die. Now she knew she was O.K that was all gone, and the fantastic feeling was all she was left with.
But yet, there was something wrong, she didn't know where she was, and even though she wasn't really hurt, her senses told her she wasn't perfectly unharmed. Looking around she spotted the gazebo; she could just see it because of the white colour of the building and the light glow it emitted in the night. What was she doing here?
She couldn't have gone that far could she? Running everywhere he could think of the panic threatened to take over his mind. Well, he was panicking really, but he could think as a kind of rational man yet.
She must be somewhere, somewhere he hadn't looked. He knew she wasn't inside now. He'd never really thought it, but he felt he had to check. So she had to be outside of the house. Had she left for good? No, he did not want to believe it. He started to get nervous Elsa might have something to do with it. Even though Maria hadn't said it straight out, he knew that Elsa had something to do with Maria leaving in the first place. But she couldn't have done something twice? Not after he himself had sward he loved Maria, and she had seemed to feel likewise.
Starting to search the grounds, he hoped it would not take long until he found her. And that she had not done as his worst fears, and left the grounds for good.
What a wonderful night it had been. He had said that he loved her, really loved her. It wasn't just all in her heard. After all of the dinner guests had said goodbye and gone home, the Captain had walked over to her with something in his eyes that told her quite plainly that this discussion, or whatever it was, would not be over until he had won. The good thing was that she would win as well. Their goal was the same, and they would not make it alone.
They had been talking for an hour or so, and then decided to get to bed. She wouldn't be leaving after all; two people so much in love couldn't bear to be separated.
As he had walked her to her room, he had kept her closer than he used to and at the doorstep he was slightly hesitating before he bent down and kissed her. This was not a hurried kiss, or indeed a goodnight-kiss. This was so much more. This was the first day of spring were you start spotting green leafs on the trees. This was a warm beach with the hot seawater coming up to your knees now and then, and it was she and Georg, only as it should be. The moment could have lasted forever.
"I thought I just might find you here" Bringing her out of her thoughts she looked up to a slightly darker spot beside her head that was not the night air, that was so much more, the love of her life.
"Well, I've looked everywhere else, so this was my last option." He admitted with a smile. "But do tell me, what are you doing on the ground?" His relief made him sound almost as if all of this was amusing to him, and in some ways it was. The moment he spotted what he thought to be her besides the gazebo, all of his worries and troubles disappeared. His frustration and anger at not finding her were quite gone now; he longed only to look at her properly. But WHY was she out here?
"I don't really know. I guess I climbed out of my window and somehow ended up here. I think I'm slightly bleeding somewhere, but it's fine." She said, while trying to get up.
"So, you're so desperate to get away from me and this house, that you climb out the window to ensure that your absence isn't noticed?" He could joke about it now, because he knew it wasn't true. "That's utter nonsense and you know it! And besides, you found me didn't you? So it obviously wasn't that hard…" She had a quizzical look he could make out in the increasingly evaporating darkness. And thought not to press the point that he had been to her room, then franticly looked everywhere in desperation to find her.
They had gone into the gazebo now, and were sitting on the bench. For a long moment, no one said anything, the atmosphere was calming, but he felt a sudden urge to break it, it was not something he was in control of he had no idea what he was doing, and it was slightly frightening. It was like his body and mind was taken over by his heart, and his reason and sense did no longer count, this was what made sense now.
"Now that I've got you here, I thought I might ask, do you want to consider marrying me?" As he said it he went down on one knee.