Thank you everyone!
Phantomforever, it IS going to be E/C, but you'll have to be patient..lol
Anyway, here's chapter 15! And again, thanks for your kind words.
Lovephantom83
Sleeping was absolutely useless. After all that had happened, the only thing she had in mind was the same thing she had been thinking of for hours. How to come out of that house once and for all.
Her worried expression was bathed in the moonlight, as the moon was high in the midnight sky. She sat up, adjusting her nightdress and came down of the bed slowly. Once she had reached the door with quiet steps, she opened the door and came out to the corridor. The small oil lamps scarcely shed a dim light but it was enough to allow her to see in her way.
She looked sideways. It was early, then it was logical that everyone were resting but she was dealing with Marie and Emma, with whom everything was possible.
She sighed, relieved at last, and closed her bedroom door behind her. Everything was quiet and peaceful. It was now or never. It would be a question of minutes…
She looked pensively at her wardrobe, opened it and took one of her dark dresses from inside. When she had finished getting dressed, she tied her hair back with a black ribbon and gave a last glance to the room, with the undying hope that there would be happier times. Everything had gone too far and neither her body nor her sould could take it anymore.
She came closer to the window, looking back to make sure there was no one there. She opened it and climbed out easily. She began walking towards the main street when she heard a voice not too far from her.
'Is something the matter, Mademoiselle?'
She turned, looking in the direction from which the voice seemed to come. Before her, stood an older gentleman, impeccably dressed, who was looking sincerely worried and enquired after her well-being.
'What do you want?', she said, taking a step backwards. 'Who are you?'.
She was lying in her bed, her long hair was splayed all over the pillow and her cheeks were blushing. Now, even her subconcious was replaying the moment they had shared that evening. The kiss, the unprecedented feelings that had overcome her…
She turned, leaning on her side. Was that really love? Seeing that person even in the darkest corner of your subconcious... feeling your pulse quicken every time he is before you... thinking only of when you would be able to meet him... remembering so vividly the tone of his voice and the notes of that violin?
Was love really so obsessive? She couldn't find an answer but she did know that those feelings were called up by him. Then, if that was love, she was in love with all her heart.
Angie sighed, sitting straight in her bed. She should be getting ready for the new day that was ahead of her. At least it was Friday and she would probably have a longer breaktime.
She did not expect what awaited her in her working place. On a small table there were two cups of tea and some deliciously-looking buns had being placed on a dish between the cups. He was sitting in a chair, staring approvingly at her, at the same time that he waved his hand in a sign of invitation to take a seat at his breakfast table.
'I suppose you'll need some breakfast…'-The complicity in his eyes made her blush slightly.