Strings of Fate

Chapter 27: Confession

Y/n's POV:

 

Stupid lights...

Before what Alastor told me, I didn't remember much from yesterday. It's like I had blaked out everything between the shooter, the poker game against Andrew (and the fact I accidentaly saw his game through the mirror behind him) and when I woke up with this headache.

Don't get me wrong, I already saw people who were drunk before. Some of them were total creeps. Yet, I never been hangover before. It's a weird feeling, I have to admit. I do not wish to be like this again, however.

But that's it, I need to get up. I can't stand being forced to bed like this.

After I got out of bed (or more like I fall out of bed and got up the floor), I lightly held myself on the wall, walked down the stairs and followed the music down the hall to my kitchen. There, I could see Alastor cooking something I couldn't see. My gramophone was playing another disc I had. It wasn't too loud, and the lights seemed to have been somewhat covered in a way, helping my migraine for some time.

The soft jazz was playing, the atmosphere smelling deliciously spices of all kinds as I could hear him humming and mumbling the song. A beautiful, huskied baritone singing.

-What can I do, what can I say
After I've taken the blame?

I don't know. It was like I could remember him singing with me that day, what felt like two men I now both love so dearly were touching my heart through a melody.

Two men I want to buy the world for.

-You say you're through, you'll go your way
But I'll always feel the same

I approached him, and I knew he knew I was here. How his ears slightly perked up when I got closer was how he knew, I knew that.

Damn, I'm already confusing myself...

-Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Loving you, dear, like I do~

I followed as he turned around and held my waist in his left and my hand in his right. The food kept untouched, still cooking as he took me on a waltz in my kitchen, both following the other's steps.

-If it's a crime, then I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you

I laughed as he twirled me around, his usual smile stuck on his face. It felt like nothing could stop all of this. It was only us two.

Will it be forever?

-So, my darling: where were we in this little... Storytelling, we had earlier?

-Ah, yes.

We were outside, sitting on the roof of my house as we were sharing what I thought should be important for us to tell the other: our past.

-Like I told you, I was the youngest, but the most interested one to my dad's work. I remember how a friend of his, a gorgeous lady, was the one showing me piano and violin basics. After that, it became instruments I played whenever I could. Even after my dad left us, after he died, I continued to play whenever my mother wouldn't hear me.

After his death, my mother took a "great" decision:  she banished any music from us. Us playing it, us hearing it, us seeing it. She never told anyone what that reason was, but the oldest ones seems to know. I never knew what it was, I still don't know today.

So I was playing when my mother couldn't notice me, I even became near invisible to her after Vic's death. She was supposed to be married soon too, even tho I didn't much liked that man. Anyways. People were looking weird at me, some even called me a monster. They knew it was an accident, it was proved, but they still did.

-I see. That must hadn't been easy for you.

He stopped, repositionning himself as he continued.

-Like you know, my darling, I wasn't the best example of a good person. I doubt someone would say this to a mass murderer. But it was good times and I never felt any regrets for any of them. Actually, I shouldn't lie, I did felt a tinge of sympathy from one of them.

-Really? How come?

-It was an accident. They happened to pass by when I clenched the trigger. I thought it was a bird at first. The person I was going to kill didn't die, but they did. I didn't have an ounce of pity at that moment. And now I do.

-Wow, well... I hope they are doing well. They must have gone to the Pearly Gates some time ago.

-Yes, they must did, my darling.

He responded in a slight quicker tone than a few seconds ago... But why?

-You don't need to share more of your past if you don't want to, my dear. It must be uneasy to share this.

-Oh well, I'm fine. It's okay, it actually feels good to have someone to listen to me talking about it, even though it's probably so stupid.

He chuckled, answering me while slightly tightening his embrace on me, letting nuzzle my face more in the crook of his neck.

-Oh, my darling, you could say the stupidiest thing or talk for hours. I would never get bored of your voice. Actually, I miss it whenever you don't make a sound.

Aww, he's so sweet!

Our lips met again, like a long, loving cuddle under the stars.

If this can't be forever, I will make it possible. For me and for us.