And she left him for what? Nothing but defending that ghost she found unconsious in the park!
Jean sat up. Genenvieve called what he had said to that monster 'prejudice' but Jean saw it as 'knowing who's bad and who's good'.
Jean longed for Genevieve to come back to him. He missed her! But no, she had to defend her new found friend. Oh, that was a load of garbage!
"Well, I'm gonna get 'er back, no matter what it takes!" he vowed.
--
"I never knew you felt that strongly about my condition," Silas said to Genevieve, still standing in the hallway.
"Well, one should care about someone they saved, I think anyway," Genevieve said, smiling.
Her smile is so baeutiful, Silas thought to himself, without warning. He meant it as a nice complement, but something deep inside him told him it was a bit more than nice. He ignored that feeling and kept talking with Genevieve.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Genevieve said, "Silas, I am so sorry about Jean yesterday! He's been terrible lately, so I left him! I couldn't believe he would say that to you!"
"You left him?" Silas asked, rasing his eyebrows, "you didn't have to. Just because he insulted me. I've had that a lot, and... I suppose you can say I got used to it."
"Oh, no, Silas. He's prejudice against anyone who's different, and he had no right to leap at your throat like that," Genevieve said, looking into Silas' red eyes.
His eyes remind me so much of crimson red roses, Genevieve thought. That's what she really thought, but she considered it just a cute remark.
Not like so, Genny, a voice in her head said.
Oh shut up!
Silas was about to speak to her when he heard fotsteps behind him. He turned to see who it was. Manuel Aringarosa was making his way toward them.
"Father! You are out of the hospotal already?" Silas said, happily and relived.
"Yes, yes, they said I was fine," Aringarosa said. His eyes fell upon the lovely young woman standing next to Silas.
"I've never seen you around here, Miss," he said.
"Oh, I'm Genevieve, I'm the one who saved Silas yesterday," the woman said.
"I see," Aringarosa said. "Uh- Silas, is it not time for your ten o' clock prayers?" Aringarosa asked.
"Oh, yes, thank you, Father," Silas said. He turned to Genevieve. "I have to go now. Hopefully I'll see you again another time?"
Genevieve nodded. "I have to go get some shopping done anyway. Good bye, Silas," she turned to the bishop, "good bye, Father."
"May the peace of the lord be with you," Aringarosa nodded, and made way for Genevieve to pass.
And may the lord's strength help Silas to maintain his vows, Aringarosa thought.
Oh, Manuel! You're over re-acting. That woman should have the right to see Silas, she saved him. A voice in his head said.
Silas isn't acctosomed to seeing women.
Neither are you.
Aringarosa decided not to dwell on his suspicions. He probably was over re-acting. He bade Silas good bye and left him to do his prayers.
--
Silas was in the process of kneeling when he felt a sudden wave of emotion hit him.
He didn't want Genevieve to leave. He was having a nice time, talking to her.
But what do you care if she leaves or not? He asked himself.
Well... she did save me... I guess I could call her a friend... he answered himself.
Friend... ha ha... that's funny.
What?
You seem to like her more and more.
So?
So, I have a feeling you like her a lot.
Silas sighed. He had been doing this a lot, arguing with himself, ever since he met Genevieve. He decided to not think about her, because whenever he did, he had an odd feeling growing the depths of his chest. Silas permanatley banned all thoughts of the outside world, now, to pray.
He prayed for about fifteen minutes. He exhaled slowly, thinking about the Lord.
Silas felt awfully tired. It had been an exhausting three days, so he lay down on his canvas mat and fell fast asleep.
--
Genevieve walked down the street, still thinking about what Silas told her. Genevieve felt even more happy that she saved him, now that she knew what happened before.
But she wished she could still talk with him, but he was a monk, and he did have to pray.
I'll see him again another time, she promised herself.
Genevieve suddenly realized something. Silas wasn't from around London. He talked with an accent but didn't talk with an English one. As Genevieve listened to him talk, she thought she heard a Parisian accent, but who knows?
She sighed, thinking about him again.
Something's up with me, Genevieve thought, ever since I saved Silas, I've been thinking about him non-stop.
Genevieve thought a bit more. She had just left Jean yesterday, and she had no friends or family in London... Silas could serve as a friend.
Friend. Already it seemed an odd word to describe Silas. But why?
Oh no, no, no, Genevieve, she told herself. You are not falling in love with him.
I'm not! I think he's just a good friend.
Horse Feathers!
I'm serious!
No you're not.
Even if I did love him I could never be with him. He's a monk!
So?
So what?
You seem to be growing on him too.
What are you talking about!?
His hand seemed to linger one second too long in your hand.
Suddenly, Genevieve bumped into someone. It was Jean!
"Genevieve!" he cried, "Come back to me!"
"I told you no, Jean!" Genevieve yelled, "I can't be with someone who is as prejudice as you are!"
"Sweety, I'm not prejudice-"
"I'm not your sweety!" Genevieve said, "and you are prejudice! You don't like Silas just because he's albino, and you don't even know him!"
"Neither do you!" Jean shot back, "and that's not called prejudice, Genny, that's called racist!"
"I've had enough of you, Jean!" Genevieve said, "leave me alone!" With that, she walked off. But she was not suprised to see Jean following her.
"Genny-"
"Don't call me Genny," she said.
"Genevieve, you don't know him either! For all we know, he could be a killer!"
"Acctually, Jean, you're right," Genevieve said, "he was a killer, but he prays for forgivness every night. I know, because I talked with him!"
Genevieve tried to walk off without Jean, again, but right now, that seemed impossible.
"But I miss you!" Jean whined, sounding like a three year old.
"I guess that is too bad, because I don't miss you."
"Oh, Genevieve, I'm sorry, okay? There it is! I said I was sorry, now can we please kiss and make up?" Jean said, grabbing her arm.
"Don't touch me, Jean!" Genevieve said. She wrenched her arm out of the huge man's grasp and ran down the street. She looked back. She couldn't believe this. He was following her!
"Genevieve!" He called, but that only made Genevieve's legs carry her away faster.
She rounded a bend and hid in a dark little alley. After some mintues, she thought she had lost Jean. She sighed.
"I hate that man," she mumbled. She got up and walked with caution to the store to finish up her chores.