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Finishing the last verse of his poem, Creature settled the book off to his side as he gazed down as his beloved Lisa.
His mind seemed to wonder while his thumb caressed the back of her hand. Creature felt just as he was before having his speech back; the realization of all that perused, yet no means to even begin to describe it, just a feeling in his rotting heart. A sensation that made it hang heavy in his chest, pulsating with the love he felt for Lisa that he never thought he would feel again.
Sighing in relief, while the future was unforeseen to them both, it relaxed him to know they both had each other.
It only took a moment for Lisa to notice his tale was done. Shifting to look up at her dear husband, she reached out her shaky hand towards Creature, but before she could do much, he carefully grabbed her before questioning.
“Is everything alright, my love?” Concern rang in his voice as he tried to make Lisa as comfortable laying on his lap.
Her body was still recovering from her own dirt nap; and while everything was still intact, she was a few shocks away from being her normal self again.
Creature reached out of his pocket a note pad and pen for Lisa to write, but she waved it away to simply place her palm against his chest. Her head nodded towards him, eyes locked onto his as if she’s trying to see what’s inside of him.
He cleared his throat before continuing. “Shall I read a poem by-” Creature’s attention was drawn towards Lisa’s hand gently gripping his cravat, a finger sticking out to him.
“Oh” he finally catches on. “You wish to hear about me…”
Lisa’s eyes scrunch up as a smile sneaks it’s way onto her lips.
There’s a hesitation in his words. “I suppose it is fitting now that I have my voice.” Creature turns his vision to the lake on front of them both. “You know, I’m sure to it that this was the same lake I would spend my evenings as a child.”
Lisa was transfixed on his face as he recalled his former life.
“My father was a fine craftsman, one of the best in the city. And if anyone wanted to acquire a piano, or repair their own, they knew to send a letter to Waystein…” It took a second for Creature to continue his story, he seems to stare out in thought while trying to recall the memory. “He was preparing me to take over the family business, showed me how to wire every string, taught me how to recognise each note. And in the end… he succumbed to an illness. I barely remember it now... My mother would always try to keep me busy with jobs that father was too sickly to attend to. But in the end, just as he, mother eventually acquired the same illness he had and perished not too long after…”
Creature took another heavy breath before continuing.
“I believe I was but a mear 14 years of age…? After that, I had the aid of distant uncles and cousins to help keep the shop afloat, but it wouldn’t last long. With word of my father’s death business took a hit, and i resulted to entertainment for parties as a means of income.”
He felt Lisa grip his hand harder as her eyes grew, latching onto every word of his story.
“Ohh, come now. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed… I did quite like being my own musician. Heaven knows those lessons mother taught me weren’t lost... At that point in my life I was aspiring to be a renowned musician; luckily, I was able to save one of the last pianos my father built for my own leisure.”
Creature spoke in a quick rhythm. “ And then, to top a cherry on a horrible day, I dropped dead. And rotten away in a lonesome patch of dirt.” He paused before continuing in a softer tone, staring at Lisa. “Of course, until you found my forsaken grave, and showed me wholehearted love and care I have yet to receive in centuries .”
Lisa watched as a whirlwind of emotions began to grace his face, but Creature composed himself.
“What is in the past is buried in the ground. Shall I now continue on with the Poems? ” Creature tried to change subjects, but after a brief glimpse into his former life, Lisa was enthralled by his words and begged for him to continue.
He dreamily stared down his beloved as her eyes grew with a desire. “If you truly want to know how I greeted my demise, then I do hope you have a enough strength to bare it.”
Her hand gripped his and brought it to lay against her chest, right over her heart.
Beginning his story, Creature smiled. “Very well, then… I do believe it had taken part months after my 20th birthday….”