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R and R!
HER
It was all so weird. The tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach, the lightheadedness. She thought as a blush so quietly crept upon her cheeks. Erik. That was his name. The man who she couldn't stop thinking about. Raoul. That was the name of the man who apparently couldn't stop thinking about her.
She was sitting on a beautifully carved wooden bench in the rose garden. That was where she spent most of her time these days. She would finish her lunch and come outside, to this very bench and think. She would think about Erik and every so often turn her head to see Raoul staring at her from nearby. She found it hard to believe that he followed her out here everyday and never seemed to get bored. But then again, she was doing the same thing.
On this particular day, she was thinking, rather wondering, hoping actually, that Erik was sitting somewhere thinking about her too.
Erik is the owner of the mansion. She is just his friend's daughter's friend. An orphan. That's what she was. Her father died just a few months ago, of lung cancer, her mother died in childbirth. That was 17 long years ago.
HIM
He couldn't stop thinking about her. Christine. The beautiful young woman who arrived here just a few months ago. He was told that her father died. The poor girl. He had lost his parents at a young age in a carriage accident. Not that he cared. He was actually quite relieved. His parents had never treated him right, all because of his face. The right side was horribly scarred. He was born like that. Sometimes he just wondered why his parents hadn't had him killed.
He was sitting in the study with the door locked, staring out the window. He was staring at the garden. He wasn't really staring at the garden in particular, but at the brown haired beauty in the garden.
He felt like a fool. Staring at her, longing for her, hoping with all of his might that she was thinking about him too. But really, how could she? She was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. She hadn't even seen him, I mean really seen him, face and all. She had seen the mask.
HER
He was such a mystery. Always hiding in the shadows. And that mask. The only thing between them was that white porcelain mask. She couldn't understand it. She assumed that he had some kind of scar under it, but it was killing her to know, really know what was under it.
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