It had been at least half an hour, and Ella spend her whole time in the bathroom pinching herself every now and then... yet she still hoped she was merely dreaming...
She took a deep breath in, her tired eyes looked at herself in the mirror as her arms rested on the sink infront...
She leaned inches from the mirror, letting out her breath and fogging the mirror...
"Now...
When I'll come outside...
Everything will be back to normal...
No Sweeney in my house...
...
Okay?"
The woman was troubled... her reluctant hands twisting the handle of the bathroom door...
She opened that door... Silence was the only crowd of noise in her apartment... no one was in the hallway or a room or even outside...
Everything seemed normal.
Ella was most certainly confused...
Surely, Dreams Don't Come True...
With a slight shiver down her spine, she continued to look around while her pace took her out of the bathroom...
Silently, her eyes scanned every empty corner and every open door...
She was most certainly alone.
Rubbing her arms in comfort, she walked into her bedroom, her mind full of thoughts...
Did this really happen?
Am I going insane?
Did he leave?
Was this my imagination?
Everything was normal, and nothing seemed different. Her face blank with confusion, she layed her body down in her bed.
Her eyes looked at her pale ceiling, her mind drawing pictures of the reliving of her encounter.
Was he really there?
"You're a good artist..." a voice called from a corner in her room.
Eyes opening wide, she pulled herself up to draw her attention to the left corner of her small room...
There he was.
His side profile illuminated by the sunlight from a window behind his figure...
Strands of curly hair touching his nose-bridge...
His black vest painted a soft grey...
His saddened eyes were scanning sketches in black graphite on white, thick papers blue-tacked to the wall in a messy manner that still seemed presentable....
He reached his fingers out to touch the paper...
He looked curiosly at them... one by one.
Ella watched him intensively , "And here I was almost convinced that I was going mad..." she carefully stood up from her bed, her eyes never looking down from him...
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Fleshed Out | Sweeney Todd
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