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+ 13	Hearing is Believing (2)
+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
+ 10	Diary of Secrets
+ 12	Becca (17)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (1)
+ 20	Hearing is Believing
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+ 14	Ravenwood Manor (3)
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+ 15	Ravenwood Manor (2)
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+ 22	Scream.
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+ 36	Becca (9)
+ 26	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

 

And then Aubrey was in the doorway; party dress and all. Her hair was messily atop her head and her eyes had dark bags beneath them. She definitely looked like she had been through hell. Maybe that will teach her not to drink so much.

“Ah, Aubrey, love how are you feeling?” Laurence asked and to my surprise Aubrey smiled.

“Just peachy,” she replied tenderly.

“Well, that’s good, your artist friend, Olivier, is still here.”

“I have noticed that.”

She seemed so calm and cool that I was having a hard time believing it was her true feelings. Earlier she had been a complete mess but now she is acting just the opposite. That’s just it then, she’s acting. Or is she?

She looked a little paler than usual but it was probably because of her small intoxication.

Aubrey flashed me a small smile before going over to Laurence and standing behind his chair so that she could place her hands upon his shoulders. I wished greatly that I was Laurence at the moment, but I made no gesture or action that made others think that. I sat on the couch silently while setting aside the now bitter tea.

“I have to go now.” I said abruptly while standing up and straightening out my elegant trousers that I had forgotten to take off after the ball.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Olivier.” Laurence said and all traces of suspicion had vanished from his voice. He truly did sound genuinely friendly.

“I will show you to the door.” Aubrey said leaving Laurence shoulders and walking over to me where I stood in the den’s doorway.

We were both silent until we were out of the house. There I stood along the steep steps while she kicked the ground with her bare feet. Neither of us seemed to know what to say.

“I want to go to Paris with you.” Aubrey said quietly and I sighed. For some reason that idea did not send deep thrills through me as it once had.

“No, Aubrey, you are not going to go to Paris with me.”

“What?” My response had surprised her too and she looked at me with sad green eyes. “But I thought we… had something special.”

“We do but it isn’t right, you and Laurence should be together. He does care for you Aubrey and I know for a fact he loves you and I do not want you to break his heart.”

“But then I break yours…”

“Yes, my heart may ache but it will heal.”

“So what you are saying is that you don’t want me anymore.” Her voice was flat and emotionless while her expression was vacant and elsewhere.

“No, I do not want you.” Of course it was a small lie but I didn’t want to take her away from someone who truly cares for her and would be a better match for her than I.

And that was the last thing to her before leaving the steps of her home and walking down the street so that I could go to my home. I could feel her eyes watching my every step as I grew farther and farther away from her, but I did not look back.

I knew she may hurt for a while but in the end she will thank me because she and Laurence deserve each other and they don’t need a poor French man stepping in their way.

I stared at the downhill walkway on Third Street that led to the poorer area of the city. The roads seemed quiet today and there were no begging homeless men. There seemed to be absolutely nothing at all. The people that were out and about were so quiet and careworn looking I couldn’t help but stare. There was an eerie feeling that I got from the ghetto today.

I took the alleys this time to get to my home because I really did need a good sleep but paused at the look of my door. It was halfway open. I walked cautiously inside of it making sure to grab a loose hardwood from the floor before I went up the stairwell.

My whole room was massacred. Everything was a mess and was thrown everywhere possible and in the middle of it all sat Adrien who also seemed to look intoxicated.

“Adrien… what happened?” I asked slowly but he didn’t even look over at me.

“I thought that if I moved your stuff you wouldn’t be able to go to Paris.” He slurred stupidly and I couldn’t help but take a bit of pity on him.

“But don’t you want me to go to Paris?”

“I want to go too.”

“We both know I only have one ticket and I will not be able to afford another ticket.”

“I could get some money.” He whimpered.

“I know that you would end up stealing from your family and they need that money for things better than train tickets.”

“I hate it here and you’re the only person who I actually like.”

“You do not mean that, I mean you have many friends.”

“So,” Adrien pouted and I just rolled my eyes.

“You really shouldn’t drink.”

“I know.” He then broke out into sobs. “Oh, Olivier, don’t go! It’ll be less fun around here without you! Everyone will miss you and your drawings!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Author's Note: I decided to post two chapters in one day again because I think you all like it—and I do too because it gives me a reason to write… I know that today they weren’t the longest, but at least you got two in one day.)

(Like I said in the tenth chapter the new story I will have after this story is done shall be called “Violet Hill” like the song Violet Hill by Coldplay. If you have heard it already then you know what I am talking about but if you haven’t you may want to but I’d advise you to pay close attention to the lyrics because that is where I get my inspiration from…)

(Once again—please rate! And I am truly sorry for the length but I am a little busy at the moment…)

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