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CHAPTER 2
Aaralyn sat quietly on the bed she had been offered. Why was she down here? Why? She let her head fall into her hands. Jean-Claude had been very generous in letting her stay, but, now that she thought of it, it wasn't him she should be thanking-it was he, the man by the lake.with that face.
She shook her head as if to rid her mind of the vision she had seen. Surely God had punished him! No one looked like he did! Aside from the right side of his face, she had to admit he was handsome. His dark hair fell into his eyes at just the right angle and.
She shook her head again as if to rid her of her thoughts. She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. Inside she found the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. She began to absentmindedly try them on, to see how they looked.
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Erik's hands flew deftly over the ivory keys. He wasn't playing Don Juan, no, something more joyous. He did not know why. He stood up, twirled around and fell face-up onto his divan with a smile on his face. Perhaps he was just glad for company.
I'll invite her to dinner.
His smile widened at the thought. After all, he didn't even know the girl. Dinner would be nice.
Christine.
The name seared his thoughts like a knife. Christine.How he missed her! And to think, he was playing joyous music when, a few days ago, was playing dark, burning music. Curse him! He had written Don Juan for Christine, and if he loved her, why shouldn't he play it?
Now in a much grimmer mood, he sat down again to play the fiery music that was Christine's opera.
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Disclaimer: *sighs heavily and rolls eyes* no.I do not own Erik.but I do own Aaralyn! Even If I don't own Erik, he owns me! ;)
ONCE AGAIN.PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
CHAPTER 2
Aaralyn sat quietly on the bed she had been offered. Why was she down here? Why? She let her head fall into her hands. Jean-Claude had been very generous in letting her stay, but, now that she thought of it, it wasn't him she should be thanking-it was he, the man by the lake.with that face.
She shook her head as if to rid her mind of the vision she had seen. Surely God had punished him! No one looked like he did! Aside from the right side of his face, she had to admit he was handsome. His dark hair fell into his eyes at just the right angle and.
She shook her head again as if to rid her of her thoughts. She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. Inside she found the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. She began to absentmindedly try them on, to see how they looked.
* * *
Erik's hands flew deftly over the ivory keys. He wasn't playing Don Juan, no, something more joyous. He did not know why. He stood up, twirled around and fell face-up onto his divan with a smile on his face. Perhaps he was just glad for company.
I'll invite her to dinner.
His smile widened at the thought. After all, he didn't even know the girl. Dinner would be nice.
Christine.
The name seared his thoughts like a knife. Christine.How he missed her! And to think, he was playing joyous music when, a few days ago, was playing dark, burning music. Curse him! He had written Don Juan for Christine, and if he loved her, why shouldn't he play it?
Now in a much grimmer mood, he sat down again to play the fiery music that was Christine's opera.
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