A second chance

Chapter 3.

Here we are, sitting on black chairs with a little brown table between us. Meredith calmed down after a while and I found myself making two cups of tea. Now with the white cup in her tiny hand and a sad look on her face, Meredith begins to speak.

" Can I ask you something?" she said with a shaky voice

" Go on." I said, taking a sip from my blue cup

" Why did you kill me? In the book." There she was, looking at me with big, hopefull eyes

" Let's play a game, shall we? Each other will ask four questions. If one of us doesn't wish to answer it, he can pass it and ask himself a question. Ok? I said playfuly, observing her every move and reaction

"Ok. I asked." This time she was the one who took a sip from the cup of tea, waiting for my response

" Pass. How did you come in this world?" I asked, feeling a bit curious

" Pass. Why were you crying when I entered your house?" 

My cup was empty so I went in the kitchen and filled it up.

" You remind me of someone, that's why." I said, returning with a plate full of chocolate cookies

" Why didn't Michael come with you?" I asked, hoping for an answer this time

" Because he couldn't. I don't know why, but for him, to leave that world, was impossible. Why are you alone in such a big house?" she asked, biting from a cookie

" I like it this way. What happens when someone reads the book you are in? How does it feel?' 

Her face became sombre. Big tears were forming in her eyes, but I didn't move, didn't breathe. I needed to know.

" It's like you are cursed to live your life over and over again, but the harsh thing is that every time is the same. You can't change it, you can only live it. When the author writes, everything becames blank. It's a white room, full of air and nothing else. But when words are written on the blank page, things appear in the room. If the author writes about a tree, a tree appears, if he writes about a human, a human appears. The worst thing is when you are the protagonist. Your legs move on their own, your arms too, even your brain stops working until the author wants. You are exactly like a puppet and he is the puppet master who pushes your strings forward. You're under control. A powerful voice speaks like an echo in your head. Tells you what you must think and do. Your strings are short and strong and you can't break them. You just can't."

A tear  fell in  her tea. She wiped all of them with her hand and gave me a warm smile which  froze me. She is just like her. Maybe because I made her this way, but still it was too much for the broken pieces of my heart. They can't establish a full heart anymore because some of them have lost their way back. 

How can I act normal around her, when just from looking at her I have a heart attack? 

" Why do I look like her?" Meredith asked looking at a photograph of Charlotte

" Because she was my muse and I wanted to create an angel and she was the perfect model for it." I said, and a sad grin decorated my face

" Can I kiss you?" I asked, determined

" Why? she said curious

" Can I? I pursued with my question

" Let's see. Can you?" she said coming towards me, leaving her white cup on the tiny table.

She was so close. Her eyes were fixed on mine. Her green eyes. Eyes which I could never forget. Eyes which made me stronger everytime and eyes which in the end refused to stay open. My hands found their way to her cheeks and brought her ruby lips close to mine. A fresh scent of mint and lavender overwhelmed my senses.

That's it. For just one moment I'm going to kiss her again, only for once, only for a second. When our lips touched, my room disappeared, we were in nothingness but yet I felt complete again.

**   Chapter 3 - done. So what do you think, guys?  Why they both refused to answer the first question? Which do you think is the answer? What happens to the room? Tell me your opinion. I'll read it gladly. Until next time, have a beautiful day!  :3     **