Oli: I didn't know I was that old!)
Adamo embraced her further, kissing her neck and hair and stroking her cheeks with gentle power. Diane sighed and returned those kisses, but feared the stench that lingered on his breath: the stench of alcohol. He had been drinking again.
But she knew that he loved her. And she loved him. The look in his eyes when they were not shaded from wine. The way he stroked her hair.
And yet she feared him when he was drunk. She had seen him fight, listened to him curse. But he wasn't like that to her...
And her mother loved Adamo. She and Madame Giry were best of friends. Why shouldn't she like Adamo? Her father also had no objections, and he was the one that really mattered. But they had never seen Adamo when he was drunk. What would they say then?
Of course, he was such a sweetheart, even when he was full of liquor. Some things he said or did... Oh, she was still pure, and planned to remain so until she was happily married. It was just... the way he kissed her so tenderly, or the way he would whisper in her ear of the things to come.
But the idea of her Angel held her back. He said that she would see him when she loved him... Can you love an angel? His voice was so beautiful...
Diane's thoughts were dragged away from her Angel as Adamo caressed her neck, lowering his hand slowly. Soon his hand ran over her stomach, and the feeling was too great. She tilted her head back, and got the strongest whiff of the wine yet. She coughed and pulled away. She could not stand it!
Adamo, his eyes blurred and full of misty confusion, attempted to pull her back in.
But Diane stood from the statue's base, her lip trembling slightly. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't like it when you drink, Adamo..."
The young man hiccupped and tried to stand, only to fall back down to his bottom.
"Diane, wait... hic!"
Diane turned, tears flooding her eyes with a salty bitterness. She loved him, loved him so. But he could not control his addiction.
"I want to talk when you're sober."
And she left, down the many flights of stairs to her room where she would talk and sing with her Angel of Music.
Before Oliver quickly followed Diane to not disappoint her, he stuck out is tongue stubbornly at Adamo, adding a point to his scorebaord of wins and losses. Adamo: 6 Oliver: 2.
(Super short chapter! -cries- I wish it could have been longer...
Oli: I scored! I scored, I scored, I scored, I scored, I scored! -does a dance-
Ali: -stuffs sock into Oliver's mouth- No more victory dancing, got it?
Oli: -nods quickly-)