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A warmly coated room, adorned with a clean and porcelain piano made of birch, and a fair young man atop the bench of such piano, his brown hair drafting down his passionate blue eyes with a curious smile.
“Andrew, come check out this piece i’ve learned.” The man says to me comfortably. I hastily take a few steps forward, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile.
“Offffff- course Luca, offfff- course!” My words crack out desperately, I feel my hands shaking when I near the edge of the piano. My heart is pounding with an intense feeling of hurry. I feel as if I rush, the flower in front of me would end up curling due to the immense flooding of my heart.
“Just watch, Andrew. Prepare to be amazed.” His familiar egotistical words hang in the air like honey, turning to look at me with a smirk.
“Yyyyyeah, I-!” My encouraging words cut off as my eyes land on his tanned face, my vision almost immediately begins to grow distorted, the aroma around his face shot with rainbow lights, mixing to a blur, giving a glassy sort of effect.
What does he look like?
What did he look like?
How could I forget?
Maybe this could have only happened if he hadn’t passed.
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Four years had past since the events at the manor. Four Years since my only Iris had left me to live with the Father and Son of our world. I have tried to live on with my life, but the repeating days of work and tireless sleep leave me on nothing but autopilot. The same day, over and over again. I can feel myself growing with age over time, I’m only 28 and its as if my body is failing already.
I can only remember fragments of him now due to the pills I take to forget those events, I suppose healing comes with loosing things dear to you.
I remember when he would stay in his room all day and when I would check on him, he would be as wide awake as the last time I had checked. He had such determination, truly one of a kind. But sometimes he wouldn’t be himself, and it would hurt me to a intense extent, I hated seeing him curled up, curled up and shaking and begging, and not being able to do anything but wait until it would pass. I never knew what had caused this, and whenever I asked, he told me he couldn't remember, and completely change the topic. If only I could’ve helped back then.
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It was like any other day at the manor, the whole residence gossiping, either that or completely avoiding each other. Which I found more pleasant than anything too loud and overwhelming, as everyone minded their own business. Well, they hid it well, at least.
One of the few residents who spoke to me, Mr. Balsa, had been giving me weird looks recently. People say he’s been charged of murder and I should stay away and be cautious of him. But who really cares if they’re the same people who find me freaky as well. He’s nice to me whenever we approach, so i’ll be nice to him too.
Today the manor kitchen serves a specialty breakfast. The plates are filled to the top, I don’t feel like eating, silently groaning as I push away the plate. The fellow next to me in some green and grey garbs looks over to me, then to the plate.
“…Do you mind if I…” the guy says. I blink. Oh. I nod, allowing him to cautiously slide the plate over to himself. I would assume that’s his third plate this morning.
After the morning breakfast I head outside to break away from the people.
It’s raining today. The droplets cast a cold but comforting sound to the manor, I quite like it. I hears footsteps padding closer behind me, so I turn to see who it was.
“Hey, Mr. Kreiss. Do you enjoy the rain?” It was Mr. Balsa. He had his head slightly tilted down, looking up under his eyelids, an unreadable expression spread across his face. I clear my throat.
“Mhm… Do, do you lllllike it too?” I force an answer out of myself.
“Eh, I suppose. Though I prefer the sun.” He responds.
I nod awkwardly, not knowing what to say next, only replying with a soft “hm.” I glance over to him, and find him already staring at me with that same intense gase he had been giving me for almost a week now, I swallow and turn back away, nerves creeping up my stomach.
“I think we could make a good team, Mr. Kreiss. Want to be my friend?”
A quick flash of shyness and excitement goes straight through me, I turn my head back to him.
“Rrrrrealy? You’d be my friend?” I asked, in an embarrassingly quick tone. I had come to this manor in the promises of something like this, so it’d be hard to decline.
And thus, they became one of the many alliances built in the manor.
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It had been only a few weeks before Luca had gotten very close, as people rumor, he gets attached too easily to people, and remains a loyal dog until they betray him. I wonder if that’s true?
But recently, Luca has been in a cloud. He hasn’t been talking to me, only acknowledging me with that same deep stare from before we were friends. I would hear him mumbling incoherent things when I tried walking by him a few times, his eyes always looked a little in space, so I thought it best to leave him alone. I didn’t want to ruin the relationship as soon as it had started. As much as I wanted to ignore this and wish for it to go away, things had only gotten worse, he began acting violently towards everyone. I am full with concern, I really want to check on him, but I fear that I will become a victim of whatever is going on inside him right now. So I will wait.