My Immortal Series - Serendipity

My Immortal Series - Serendipity Chapter Nine

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The Sword is slicing through the question

So I won't be fooled by his angel's light

Sorrow lives thru this night

Sorrow by Flyleaf

THE WHITE ROOM

'Before we go in, I want you to know my place is kind of bare,' his hand turning the key to his apartment's door.

The corridor where they stood was dimly lit by a single flickering light bulb above them. Even in the dimness, Aly could make out the bare walls desecrated by graffiti by those who had no love for what this grand old building once held. Forgotten and overlooked by the town's council, Abbey's Hall stood with the rest of the town's structure that are best left alone to slowly fade away like memories.

At a glance, she saw nothing and with anticipation stepped inside. She wasn't expecting much since no one gets very far on a barista's salary. On those wages, it was a wonder he had a place all to himself at all.

He switched on the lights and the room was immediately engulfed in a bright white light. It took her a second to focus her eyes and when she did, there was barely anything to see. There were no couch, no tv, no table, no kitchen, not even a single stool.

Sensing her apprehension, Zac took her hand and lead her in.

'I did warn you.'

'I know,' she sighed. 'I'm sorry if I looked shocked. I don't mean to be rude.'

The room was not totally void of furniture, if you take into account a bed together with a side table and a cupboard on the far end of the room. Tall windows line another side of the room without curtains. The wooden floor creaked under her weight as she walked across the room. There were no walls dividing the huge room making the place larger and even more so imposing than it already was. She didn't know quite what else to say and emphasising the fact she was standing in a totally white room would only be deemed downright rude.

The place evoked the feeling of eccentricity and she tried hard to suppress further shivers coming on. Maybe it was the blinding whiteness of the room that screamed holy that was giving her goose bumps?

Aly turned to look at Zac, trying to think of what next to say but not a single politically right comment could be uttered.

She found him smiling at her, comprehension written in his face, like he knew how she felt about the makeup of his place. That put her at ease and her apprehension subsided, she began to walk around the apartment.

'You like keeping things simple.' Aly hoped that sounded okay and not a put down on his status.

'You could say I don't hoard treasures on earth.' Zac muttered, more to himself than to her.

'And white must be your favourite?' She had to know.

Aly's eyes wandered around the spacious empty room. Her gaze returned to Zac and for the first time since she had known him, she realised he was wearing a white shirt. A white shirt every time she saw him. She couldn't remember a time when it was any other color.

He laughed but it sounded strained, as he leaned against one of the white window panes, looking out to the sky.

'The color thing comes with the territory, I guess. I never gave it much thought to it before,' he admitted in a quiet voice. 'It's the one thing I don't want to try to decipher.'

He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his forehead, causing a crease in his perfect features. She caught the movement of his fingers and it seemed very much to her like he was flicking away some dark thought.