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Chapter 15| I hurt him deeply

Guys, I was having a tough time and it was difficult for me to write. But I want to write good chapters for you and that is why sometimes it takes much time to get inspiration, to write and then edit it for several times. The good news is that this chapter is officially the biggest one (3100 words ish) comparing to all other previous chapters. And please don't forget to vote for a chapter if you like it cause it motivates me to release the next chapter faster. Thank you for staying with me.

Your Oryna ;)

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POV Wednesday

When I saw Xavier's worried face in the darkness after my vision, something, that got conceived not so long ago, in the upper body pushed me from inside. It was gentle and tickling, certainly not dark, and I desperately wanted to banish and protect it simultaneously. The murky wave of self-disgust devoured me but that made me immerse to the gentle feeling even more, and the most ghastly thing was that I couldn't delineate if I did detest sinking in that non-dark feeling:

- So... is it that house from your vision? - all our way to Xavier's home I continued reflecting. Xavier didn't mean to interrupt my scream of consciousness but we couldn't stand in front of the house silent forever. - Let's get in, or you are just enjoying being at my home? - Xavier's eyebrows were playfully cocked up.
- I would not spend an extra minute in your house, if it didn't have anything to do with the mystery, - I pronounced these freezing words peering into the palace-like house. My instincts shouted that "non-dark" feeling put me in a gravy danger. Xavier lowered his eyes, he frowned but said nothing.

As we entered the hall the first thing that caught my eye was huge white mumble stairs leading to the first floor. The handrails looked to be made of gold and the intricate patterns tousled along the sides. An enormous crystal chandelier above our heads shimmered with all rainbow colours and I felt how my body started covering with red spots since I was still allergic to colour. A copious number of paintings made by famous artists were a second thing that added sick vividness and poshness to the house:

- ... Just a couple of years ago there was mother's piano here... - Xavier was telling me about the house but I was half-listening. My brain was working on connecting all the dots. In vain, actually because of the lack of information. - .... My father adores all art in the world apart mine, - Xavier smiled but the outer corners of his eyes stayed lowered.
- There are quite curious pieces of art in your room, - my brain, which was half-included in the conversation, generated such an answer and I got agitated immediately because as long as I voiced my reply it got a wrong connotation: "let's go to your room". In recent times Xavier excelled at reading my mind so he rushed to eliminate my embarrassment:
- I can show you the whole house.
- Let's do this after we check the basement.
Xavier got serious in a nick of time and lured me to follow him to a nondescript door in the end of the building.
- Be careful, the stairs are very steep, - Xavier gave me his hand to make sure I wouldn't break my neck but I didn't take it preferring to be dead then humiliated with a male courtesy. He quietly sighed and moved down first, turning his head around time to time to check if I was alright, what I found quite silly: if I started falling Xavier who was just in front of me would definitely find out about it.

In a half a minute Xavier and I turned out in a middle-sized cluttered room with a tiny window in the right side. I started seeing bright spots behind my eyes because of the lack of oxygen in my blood, huge amount of dust floating around seemed to clog my arteries. I took several deep breaths and looked around: dozens of boxes, wooden shelves and drawers, old books and souvenirs, statues and pictures, and even the old white piano in the corner covered with a veil.
- We need to find a place where the letters could be kept safely for a long time. It should be a box or closet, - I suggested.