Chapter 27 - A Sighting
William walked through the packed theatre. It was tradition for his parents to go to a live play for their aniversary. His mother said it opened doors to William's artistic ability. William preferred to think going to the theatre would someday kill him, then his parents would stop going there for their aniversary. This time they were going to some opera.
But it wasn't just the fact that he was humouring them anymore. Everytime he even came past the theatre he felt closer to Meredith, felt closer to what was taken from him. He wanted the investigation to take in the new evidence that it wasn't Meredith who was killed. He wanted Meredith back.
As he took his seat in the crouded auditorium, he felt an emptiness rise into his chest and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked at the stage from the balcony they had bought out, taking up all the seats and looked directly over the stage. His mother and father were in their seats talking quietly. He looked in the seat to his left. Meredith was usually there beside him or on stage. He thought about his life as it looked. He had received his acceptance and was positive about going to New York now. He had started drawing again. That was odd. He hadn't drawn since grade 10 art class, but had given it up when he was sure he was becoming a doctor. He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his wallet, flipping through an assortment of bills and then found his collection of pictures. He looked at the one from the church of him and his parents, then several of Meredith as a little girl. He looked at the curtain and silence came as the curtain rose and the nuisance of listening to people sing about how they have given up love start.
He looked across the dimly lit balconies. He caught sight of several elderly people sitting in chairs. William looked at one of the more expensive balconies and caught sight of a young gentleman with dusty brown hair and a black suit seated next to a petite blond girl wearing a midnight blue dress. Her blond curls pulled high and beautiful with glitter and jewels.
Like Meredith.
William squinted harder, the dim light making it hard to see. Yes it was true the girl had the same blond curls and facial structure but was it really Meredith? He dismissed the thoughts.
No, William, its not Meredith. Your seeing what you want to. He wanted so much to shout across the theatre to her, just shout to the woman he thought was Meredith. He couldn't believe it.
The girl looked away from the stage. She looked at the gentleman beside her and said something to him, then dismissed herself, straightening her skirt with her gloved hands and leaving the balcony. William turned to his parents. They were indulging themselves in the opera.
"Excuse me for a moment." He whispered. They looked at him, wondering where he was going. "I'm just going to get some air."
They nodded. He knew his father would have loved to join him. Fox was a fan of Dana, but when it came to Opera, Fox would have loved to kill himself. He was usually too indulged in William's mother then the opera itself.
William closed the door to the balcony and he walked through the halls. He couldn't hear anyone else. He walked cautiously to the stairs and looked down the other hall. No one was there. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was supposed to be celebrating with his parents, not going on wild going on wild goose chases over a girl who was supposed to be dead.
He looked down the starcase, the beautiful mohogany rail and the red carpetted steps. He walked down them, the foyer empty. He listened to the echoe of his feet through the room. He looked at the huge stained glass ceiling above him. The light coming in flooded the beautiful room and made William feel better about his life. He walked to the landing and went to the doors to the outside world. He watched the cars go by and by and wished the world would stop for a moment, giving him a chance to think. He needed a moment. He wanted that moment to be with Meredith, no needed to be with Meredith just once more.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass door, his eighteen year old visage in the mirrored pane of glass. He was about to walk outside when he heard footsteps.
"Hello William." A silent and quiet voice said from the stairs. He turned slowly around and drank in the one person he needed to be with.
God had heard his wish.
And his blond haired Meredith stood alive and well at the top of the stairs.
William walked through the packed theatre. It was tradition for his parents to go to a live play for their aniversary. His mother said it opened doors to William's artistic ability. William preferred to think going to the theatre would someday kill him, then his parents would stop going there for their aniversary. This time they were going to some opera.
But it wasn't just the fact that he was humouring them anymore. Everytime he even came past the theatre he felt closer to Meredith, felt closer to what was taken from him. He wanted the investigation to take in the new evidence that it wasn't Meredith who was killed. He wanted Meredith back.
As he took his seat in the crouded auditorium, he felt an emptiness rise into his chest and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked at the stage from the balcony they had bought out, taking up all the seats and looked directly over the stage. His mother and father were in their seats talking quietly. He looked in the seat to his left. Meredith was usually there beside him or on stage. He thought about his life as it looked. He had received his acceptance and was positive about going to New York now. He had started drawing again. That was odd. He hadn't drawn since grade 10 art class, but had given it up when he was sure he was becoming a doctor. He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his wallet, flipping through an assortment of bills and then found his collection of pictures. He looked at the one from the church of him and his parents, then several of Meredith as a little girl. He looked at the curtain and silence came as the curtain rose and the nuisance of listening to people sing about how they have given up love start.
He looked across the dimly lit balconies. He caught sight of several elderly people sitting in chairs. William looked at one of the more expensive balconies and caught sight of a young gentleman with dusty brown hair and a black suit seated next to a petite blond girl wearing a midnight blue dress. Her blond curls pulled high and beautiful with glitter and jewels.
Like Meredith.
William squinted harder, the dim light making it hard to see. Yes it was true the girl had the same blond curls and facial structure but was it really Meredith? He dismissed the thoughts.
No, William, its not Meredith. Your seeing what you want to. He wanted so much to shout across the theatre to her, just shout to the woman he thought was Meredith. He couldn't believe it.
The girl looked away from the stage. She looked at the gentleman beside her and said something to him, then dismissed herself, straightening her skirt with her gloved hands and leaving the balcony. William turned to his parents. They were indulging themselves in the opera.
"Excuse me for a moment." He whispered. They looked at him, wondering where he was going. "I'm just going to get some air."
They nodded. He knew his father would have loved to join him. Fox was a fan of Dana, but when it came to Opera, Fox would have loved to kill himself. He was usually too indulged in William's mother then the opera itself.
William closed the door to the balcony and he walked through the halls. He couldn't hear anyone else. He walked cautiously to the stairs and looked down the other hall. No one was there. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was supposed to be celebrating with his parents, not going on wild going on wild goose chases over a girl who was supposed to be dead.
He looked down the starcase, the beautiful mohogany rail and the red carpetted steps. He walked down them, the foyer empty. He listened to the echoe of his feet through the room. He looked at the huge stained glass ceiling above him. The light coming in flooded the beautiful room and made William feel better about his life. He walked to the landing and went to the doors to the outside world. He watched the cars go by and by and wished the world would stop for a moment, giving him a chance to think. He needed a moment. He wanted that moment to be with Meredith, no needed to be with Meredith just once more.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass door, his eighteen year old visage in the mirrored pane of glass. He was about to walk outside when he heard footsteps.
"Hello William." A silent and quiet voice said from the stairs. He turned slowly around and drank in the one person he needed to be with.
God had heard his wish.
And his blond haired Meredith stood alive and well at the top of the stairs.