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+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
+ 10	Diary of Secrets
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+ 13	Hearing is Believing (1)
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+ 23	Scream.
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+ 27	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

 

 

-Sometimes days go by so quickly you hardly even know that days transform into weeks-

 

It had to have been at least a week from the day I had gained and also lost something. In the process of requiring my inspiration I had lost both my heart and sanity.

At first I thought that love was such a silly idea but every minute I can feel it just trying to burst through my chest. My ribs ache from the throbbing pain it has become and I wish I truly had lost it. Sometimes I feel so sick I could just die from the intensity of it.

I want to see her, there is no doubt in my mind about that, but I think I am afraid to. I am afraid of the truth and the rejection that could so very easily occur. I know that love shouldn’t happen with a stranger but there is just something about Aubrey.

I was sitting under a large willow tree as the sky trickled with rainfall. It was hardly even dawn and the disappearing moon still had its overpowering glow over the horizon.

“OLIVIER!” I heard Adrien’s voice shout in the distance. I suddenly saw his stout figure several feet away from me and also taking covering under the willow to escape the rain.

“What?” I didn’t even try to hide my annoyance.

“You are never going to guess… you know that woman you showed me in that portrait? Well she’s been waiting outside your front steps all night!”

Adrenaline pulsed through my body as I shoved passed Adrien and dashed toward my home. It was at least a few minutes away. And then I saw her.

Aubrey’s black coat was drenched as well as her hair which swished around her angelic face with grace. How could she look so beautiful in such horrid conditions?

“Olivier! There you are; I have been waiting for you…” She reached into a bag to her side and pulled out one small chunk of paper.

“What’s this?” I asked as Aubrey shielded the paper from the rain.

“One ticket to Paris!”

“Paris?!” I exclaimed with barely suppressed enthusiasm. I even felt my body jump.

“I wanted to give you something, even though you declined my offer…”

“I really don’t know what to say other than thank you… thank you so much Aubrey!” I grabbed the ticket from her extended hand and she laughed half-heartedly at my gesture.

Then I felt my knees weaken as I looked over at her perfection. She was slouching uncomfortably against the steps. The water poured down harder and I finally remembered my manners.

“Oh I am so sorry… would you like to come in? Or would you prefer me to walk you home?”

“I think I’d like to come in.”

I led Aubrey into my home the word love still overshadowing my other thoughts.

 

Could she love me?

Does she love me?

 

I looked over at her to see her rubbing her cold and wet hands together to create friction. Without even asking, I grabbed the ragged blanket across my bed and handed it over to her. Aubrey didn’t protest like I thought she would, instead she grabbed the blanket reluctantly and draped it over her body.

There was so much I wanted to say but didn’t know how to word it. To tell her that I thought I was in love with her just seemed so wrong.

Aubrey was just sitting there looking off into space her expression as beautiful as ever. And there I sat just staring at her and wondering why I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“Yes it is a pleasure to see you as well.” She replied now focusing her emerald eyes on me. “Do you want to hear something silly?”

“Sure.”

“I had a dream about you last night. I don’t really remember much except the fact that you were drawing me again.” Aubrey then looked over at the ticket that was held tightly in my hand. “You know I meant to give those to you earlier but I have been just so busy with… things.”

“What kind of things?” I pried knowing that it was a bit rude but that didn’t stop me from trying to decipher this person.

“Just boring meaningless things,” from the way her eyes quivered and lip curled crookedly I knew she had to be lying.

I stared at her for the longest minute with a raised brow. She finally got so uncomfortable with my stare she stood up and walked over to my window.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly but she merely flashed a smile my way.

Reaching her hand out, Aubrey felt the rain fall from the sky. I couldn’t help but also smile as I too made my way over to the window and extended my arm out of it. The rain felt nice and cool and the sudden breaking daylight crystallized through the droplets to create miniature rainbows.

I basked in the comfort for several minutes before putting my arm back at my side and looking over to Aubrey. Once again millions of words rushed to my lips but none escaped.

“Olivier you still fancy dancing, right?”

“Well like I told you last time I am able to dance, but I hardly ever do.”

“Then would you be kind enough to accompany me to Ellison’s Masquerade Ball?”

“Ellison’s Masquerade Ball?”I snorted as Aubrey took another slip of paper out of her bag. This one had fine golden embroidery that bordered ivory black-inked paper.

“Yes, please it would mean a lot and you will have a lot of fun.”

“Oh yes, tons of fun with the upper class snobs.” I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the paper and looked it over.

 

 

 

You are cordially invited to: Ellison’s Masquerade Ball

From: Midnight – Six o’clock (in the morning)

On: the Tenth of August

At: Jonathan and Marianne Ellison’s home at Twenty-second Riverside Avenue

 

 

 

“Olivier trust me not all of them are bad, besides all you will ever have to talk to is me.” Aubrey teased with a small smirk.

“Well if you would like me—”

“I would love you to.” She corrected and we both smiled meekly.

“If you would love me to then I would gladly come with you to this ball.”

“Thank you so much Olivier!” Aubrey grabbed a hold of me and hugged me tightly. The hug may have lasted for seconds but I was still recovering for numerous minutes afterwards.

 “Would you like to meet me there? Or would you prefer here? Or some other place?”

“Your place would be just fine.” Aubrey commended hastily. Something was making her anxious but I didn’t want to question her.

We both said our goodbyes and I walked her down the stairs. I took pity on her because she once again had to go out and into the rain in the early morning, but she assured me that she would be fine.

But something she said before she left made my mind swell up with even more confusion.

“The whole time we were parted I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Aubrey whispered in my ear before running away speedily.

Just as I had begun to think that she thought of me just as a friend she had to throw that at me. Of course, other than the confusion, it made me happier in a high sort of way.

 

 

 

 

 

(Author's Note: I know that the last chapter only has 12 rates but I wanted to post another one. I have a feeling most people are just enjoying the weekend, but I have nothing to do so I will just keep writing. This one isn't as long as the others and probably not as interesting, but don't worry it leads up to even greater chapters!)

 

(Hey I have a Myspace fan page in which I post things in my blog that give previews to upcoming stories... like a small excerpt from The Blank Canvas's sequel!)

 

(You can add me by clicking the link below and requesting to be my friend that way so that you don't have to look me up:)

 

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