"Love, I can't ignore you.."
"Do anything for you..."
"Love, I do adore you...
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE...ugh, I adore this man.
I've been wanting to do a book about him for the longest time.
So, Brahms is still alive. Greta is gone. The house still exist...
Brahms Heelshire Recently, you've been feeling concerned. So much so you talked to Malcom about your worry about Brahms. It's been a week now, and every hour of the day up until bedtime, Brahms has been hiding away in the basement again.
You've knocked on the basement door countless of times and asked Brahms to either let you in or come out, but he wouldn't bother. You felt as if you did something wrong. You thought you upset him.
Even if he cuddled you to bed and gave you kisses and affection, you knew something was wrong with him. As Malcom said, you decided to give Brahms his space.
At the moment, you were taking care of the rat traps. It's a chore you hated to do. Malcom couldn't do it because it requires cleaning out every day. After tossing the dead rat bodies in the trash can, you headed back inside only to find a stuffed bear.
The bear had been crocheted. It was sitting on the stairwell visible for anyone to see when they entered the manor. When you went to the bear and picked it up, there was a creaking sound that caught your attention.
Brahms was upstairs and looking down at you. You smiled as you admired the fine knitting of the plush. "Brahms, did you make this?" you asked. Brahms nodded as he made his way down stairs. "For me?"
"For you, yes," Brahms mumbled. "I'm your bear." You grinned as you hugged Brahms. "Yes, you are. Thank you Brahms, I love it." As you hugged Brahms and held the animal in your hand, all of your worries went away. This is why he was down in the basement.
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