When I started writing tonight I couldn't stop; before I knew I had enough words to give you four chapters. But I won't. Good things come to those who wait :)
I still don't own Erik. In case you wondered.
And was it real or was it just a dream?
{Christine}
The house is completely dark when we enter. He leads me to a chair and orders me to stay there while he lights a fire in the fireplace.
Once the rooms is lit up, I note just how messy it is. One chair is flipped over, the glass and porcelain are shattered all across the floor, and it just feels somehow wrong; such disarray does not suit him at all. He must notice my puzzlement because he quietly says, "Forgive me. I did not expect a company."
"Oh, that is nothing. Perhaps I could help you?" I ask standing up and then bending down to pick up a broken vase.
"No!" His shout makes me yelp in surprise. "You mustn't. You could hurt yourself," he adds softly.
"But…"
"No buts. Let's start this music lesson now; it is getting rather late."
I shake my head a little. It is only two in the afternoon.
As it is to be expected, our session is quite tense. My tutor is rather stiff and harsh; he also does not look me in the eye. At all. Not even one look for almost two hours.
It makes me so incredibly sad. I am terrified that we will never be friends again.
And he is my only friend. All I have is him.
"Well," he says after the lesson is finished, "you did… Um, you were not horrible."
Thank you?
I thank you, too, for your wonderful reviews. See you tomorrow.
Fluff is yet to come!