Silas was still lying on the canvas mat, but he didn't feel like getting up for some reason. He had a nap and was well rested, but he felt somewhat sick. He was still was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He knew he had to get out of the room soon because the cleaning service always cleaned up the rooms at twelve.
Well... it wasn't exactly a cleaning service, it was really just the women who joined Opus Dei. They weren't as important as men, and Silas never exactly cared, but now that he had met Genevieve, he was a little uncomfortable with that rule.

He still felt sick, but it wasn't his stomach or head that was hurting... it was his heart.

What is wrong with me? he asked himself.

Suddenly, he felt like his heart had been set a flame. It wasn't heart burn, Silas knew, it was something completely diffrent. The flames that embraced his heart were flames of passion.

Passion? Passion for what? Silas sometimes felt this when he prayed, because he was passionate about praying, but he hadn't prayed in two hours...

Silas felt the passionate flames burn into his soul now. He shut his eys and, almost automatically, he thought of someone.

She had curly black hair, forget-me-not blue eyes, a beautiful smile, and an angelic face. It was Genevieve!

What is going on!? Silas was very confused and scared now. He shut his blood red eyes again, but Genevieve's image didn't go away, and the burning through his heart and soul only increaed.

"Bishop!" he cried, "Father!" Silas didn't know if he could help himself, maybe Bishop Aringarosa would help him. But he was all the way in the chapel a floor above.

Silas didn't know why, but he decided against getting the bishop to help him. Intution somehow told him not to.

Silas wanted to get his mind off of the pain his heart was enduring. He suddenly remembered another time he had felt this way.

When he accidently shot Bishop Aringarosa yesterday, his heart was burning with greif and anguish. He also felt this when he would watch, horrified, as his father beat his mother, blaming her for Silas' condition, when he was just a boy. His heart and soul would cry out in rage, compassion, and love for his mother.

But these invisible flames seemed more violent and painful than any of those times. Silas didn't want to close his eyes or else he would be miraculously totrued by Genevieve's perfect face.

Why do I think about her so much? Silas asked himself, clutching his heart. This is insane! I don't kow what's going on!

Suddenly, he remember he had his cilice around his leg. He flexed his thigh, and the burning in his heart and soul immdeatly ceased. Silas layed his head back down on the mat.

"What was that?" he asked. Silas tried to close his eyes again, but the burning just came back, and so did Genevieve. He moaned. This was just to strange.

--

Aringarosa was passing infront of room 17 when he heard someone moan. What was wrong? He knocked on the door.

"Who... who's there?" Silas' voice asked, feebly.

"It's Bishop Aringarosa," Aringarosa said, "Silas, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." Silas muttered.

"You don't sound very fine," he said, "are you sick?"

"I don't know..." was the monk's response.

"Look, I'm coming in, now, okay?"

"Fine..."

Aringarosa stepped into the room.

Silas was lying down on the canvas mat, squeezing his eyes shut, as if trying to block out a disturbing image, and clutching is chest.

"What's wrong, my son?" Aringarosa asked, kneeling next to him.

"There's an unbearable burning in my heart and soul, and it won't go away," Silas answered.

Aringarosa's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he thought. Oh no, no, no, don't tell me. This can't happen! Not to Silas! But, he kept his cool.

"It's not heart burn?" he asked.

"No, I haven't eaten much at all," Silas said, opening his eyes, trying not to blink.

"Silas, blink," Aringarosa said, "if you don't you're eyeballs will dry out."

"I can't," Silas said.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't want to."

"That's odd. Why don't you want to blink?"

"Because if I do, I'll see..."

"See what?" Aringarosa said, dreading the answer.

Silas hid his face in his palms and muttered a name that Aringarosa couldn't make out.

"What was that?"

"Genevieve," Silas said, making an effort to speak clearly, "every time I close my eyes, that happens. What's going on, Father? I'm scared."

Aringarosa's heart fell. He didn't want to tell Silas what he was feeling, so he just gave him some instructions.

"Silas, here's what you do to make the burning go away," Arinagrosa said, "tighten your cilice a bit more."

Silas reached for his right leg and tighten the cilice one notch more.

"Say a little prayer, and well... just try to avoid Genevieve at all costs, okay?"

"But why?" Silas asked.

"Because since Genevieve is a new friend to you," Aringarosa lied, "you want to get to know her better, but you don't have the time, so you will miss her for a bit, but soon, she'll be a mere memory. Okay?"

Silas nodded. "Thank you, Father."

Aringarosa nodded also, and left the room for Silas to pray again.

Once he was out of the room, he heaved a great sigh. What the poor albino felt wasn't a longing to see his 'freind'. Silas was love-sick.