So I haven't really touched this story in quite sometime...I know what happens in the future, I just need a transitional scene to get to the main action...hmmmm...DARN WRITERS BLOCK. I promise I'll get to this...after finals for sure, I'll finish this story. Maybe then I can focus on developing a creative flow instead of on AP testing
It had been a week since the incident, yet Papa Ge still hadn't spoken to Ti Moune. He'd only seen a glimpse of her as he'd glanced down a hallway. He had managed to remain absolutely silent as he watched her so she wouldn't notice. Hot, fat tears had rolled down her delicate cheeks as she stumbled helplessly down the corridors. For a split second Papa Ge had desperately wanted to catch up to Ti Moune and hold her in his arms, to apologize and confess how he-
He had silenced the ridiculous thoughts at the time and allowed her to slip away into the darkness. There was nothing to confess because he felt nothing for her. Right. Absolutely nothing.
Now Papa Ge sat on his throne with a book in hand, scowling at the pages. After twenty minutes he realised he'd been re-reading the same paragraph over and over and he threw the book aside, disgusted for some unknown reason. He tapped his fingers against the arm of the throne and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Despite his insistence that he felt absolutely nothing for the peasant girl, deep down Papa Ge felt guilty for alarming Ti Moune...what had she done anyway? She had shown compassion...That wasn't so bad in retrospect...Yet he'd acted so monstrously, so uncontrollably out of anger and pain...
Papa Ge exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at the cracked mirror across the room. In the remaining shards of the mirror he regarded himself as if he were analysing the features of a stranger. Gray eyes. Chocolate colored skin. A thin, smooth face. He recognised the features, yet he had no idea as to who the man in the mirror was. Was he the sly demon of death? Was he the remnants of the boy on the beach?
Or was he evolving into something else again?
He had absolutely no idea. But he intended to find out. He stood and strode purposefully out of the room.
Ti Moune lay in her bed, staring apathetically at the ceiling. She shifted slightly under the thick, purple quilt and sighed. She'd been so stupid. So incredibly stupid! First, her whole delusional fantasy of Daniel, but now? She'd honestly thought she could befriend a god. A god!
But she couldn't deny that she had felt something for Papa Ge. Something she couldn't explain. While he had told his story she had felt a lump form in her throat. Papa Ge-Ezekial- had lost, experienced unbelievable pain. He hadn't always been the monster everyone believed him to be. Then again was he actually a monster now? Or did he act in such a manner because of his suffering?
Ti Moune turned onto her side, trying to dismiss the thoughts. But she couldn't break the constant questioning in her mind. Why did she keep comparing herself to a god? It was ridiculous and foolish of her...or was it? They really did have many things in common. They both shared a curiosity that simply couldn't be satisfied. They both had lost the things they loved and despite all their efforts to save it. The things they had loved had caused them to suffer. And both struggled to preserve their sanity in the strange world they lived in.
And then there was that kiss...no! Now that was just too absurd. Papa Ge had said himself that it wasn't romantic. Why would it be? It wouldn't...right? How come in the story the old Papa Ge hadn't kissed Damon to kill him. He just needed to touch him. Had Papa Ge-Ezekiel-lied to her? If it wasn't necessary to kiss her to kill her, why had Papa Ge done that?
A sudden knock on her door interrupted Ti Moune's reverie. She sat upright in her bed, suddenly aware of all of her imperfections. She was still in the dirty dress she wore in her living days as a peasant. Her hair was a mess and she was sure her face was a ghastly sight, especially her bloodshot eyes which were puffy from the constant crying. Nevertheless, she slowly crept towards the door, one fragile foot strategically moving in front of the other. Ti Moune paused at the door, trying to prepare what she'd say to Papa Ge. She exhaled and thrust open the door.
"Look I-" Ti Moune started but she stopped abruptly. Instead of seeing Papa Ge's darkly beautiful face, there was no one in the hallway. She glanced around and then noticed something at her feet. She reached down and picked it up. It was the music box.