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# Part Twenty-seven:
He was focusing on everything and nothing. The music that poured from the organ, trapping Erik in his own world, was how it always was. Except, back then, he would usually join the music with singing. But now, he gritted his teeth and a crease formed on his masked forehead, he would sing no more. Look where it had gotten him before, no, there would be no more melodies from his voice anymore. The music stopped as he paused to write the chords down, his quill's scratching the only noise in the room, though if he listened hard enough, he could hear Lark clattering around in the kitchen. He was fine with that; it was getting a bit too dusty for his liking. He scratched out a note and checked the chord, then added another. A small sigh of relief whispered out of his mouth, at least she was letting him work in peace.
The door behind him creaked open. Or maybe not. Erik groaned and rested his head on the organ's keys; will he never have any peace? "What do you want, mademoiselle?" he asked wearily, turning to face Lark. He was in no mood to help, actually he felt like going to a wall and banging his head repeatedly on it. The girl edged in cautiously, noticing Erik's near-suicidal look in his gold eyes. "I'm really, really sorry to bother you, but…" she hesitated. He waited. "Am I bothering you?" That did it. Getting up from his seat, he walked over to a wall, not bothering to say anything to Lark who watched him confused. "Erik…?"
He didn't answer but coming up to the wall he started to bang his head against it, slowly and efficiently.
Bang.
"Why me?"
Bang.
"Why me?"
Bang.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
Bang.
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Lark stared at him, her jaw dropping open. He continued to mutter darkly under his breath, banging his head on the side of the wall, not hard just continuous. "Fine," she said, "I'll just go shopping myself!" Erik stopped his head-banging to look at her. "What?" Lark gestured back to the kitchen. "There's no food," she explained, "and I was going to ask if I can go buy some." She scrutinized his lean, almost skeletal, frame, Erik shifted uncomfortably. "Don't you eat?" He only shrugged and walked back over to the organ, shuffling his papers around. "I don't really eat, you see," he said, "it takes up too much time. You really don't need to eat so much." He shook his head, "There's actually a tea time…Crazy English."
She put her hands on her hips, and sighed. "Does that mean I can go or not?" Erik's eyes frowned, "Of course, I'm not going to starve you," he said wryly. He paused as if thinking about something else, "And I guess I have to go also…" She smiled at him and clapped her hands together once before turning around and heading out. "Let's go, then, Erik!" she cried. He stopped at the doorframe and looked incredulously at her, "Now?" he asked, disbelief written all over his eyes. The girl just smiled and nodded. "So let's go!" she said, grabbing his hand, leading him out of the house and into the boat on the lake. He could only sigh and climb into the boat after her.
Something puzzled him, "How did you know about the boat?" She turned and looked sheepishly at him. "Well," Lark said, not meeting his gaze, "when I came down here after, well you know," Erik nodded, "I…kinda looked around before hiding. I saw the boat while looking around the…" She turned to gaze at the water, "lake?" Erik nodded again and grabbed the oars. 'Why me?' he asked himself silently, rowing.
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