I'm feeling very lazy the last few days, ok. sorry if updates start to slow down.
thanks Savy.
Victoria and Christine sat on the bed together. the night was cold as one would expect, being under the opera house near water and all.
Victoria ran her fingers through her long hair.
I still need to know what happened.
Her mother was falling asleep and she still knew nothing.
All christine would tell her was.
"he just loved me, that was long ago." or "His face isn't...like most. Don't talk about it he's sensitive."
Nothing very useful. mostly stuff she guessed. But his face? what was wrong, It couldn't be too bad, could it? she sighed. Slipping down off the bed she walked into the main corridor and glanced at His room. Christine told her not to go in there.
Shouldn't people figure out that when your told "don't do that!" it just makes you want to more? No, they never will. One door. just separating her from him. from that black and gold mask. Die of curiosity or enter? That was difficult. No, it was easy.
She leaned against the door and listened. that was her best skill after all.
Was he pacing the room? No, it stopping and music began. It was the most beautiful sound she had heard. She stood, mesmerized by it, for some time, 'Till she finally came through and Put her hand on the knob. She had to know.
Yes. Short. Lazy. -head falls on keyboard- Happy Halloween to all.
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