Meeting Ben

Chapter One: A Beautiful Melody

CHAPTER ONE:  A BEAUTIFUL MELODY

/*Hey everyone. This is my very first fanfiction with the lovely Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch, so please be kind. Any suggestions are highly appreciated. I hope you like it! xx */

The weather was perfect. The sky a tranquil shade of light blue with a splash of clouds wandering about aimlessly; the wintry evening sun disseminating as much of its warmth and light as it could out to the scenery up ahead yet the temperature was cool, the wind a pleasant breeze. I was stood at the edge of an unnamed garden. It could hardly be called one though owing to its brief dimensions and the lonesome wooden bench, which sat by me, surrounded by merely a few scattered colorful flowers and tiny flecks of grass. Sometimes, if I were lucky enough, there’d be some snow on the ground too. This garden, as I would like to call it, is almost like a plain at the summit a low mountain. With the exception of the front side, which opened itself to the sunlight, tall trees bordered the area. There were no disturbances, no noises, just the rustling of the leaves and the soft chirping of the birds. I could drown myself in the peacefulness of it all.

This was my spot, my garden. It was a quite a walk from home, a few miles off Dehradun, but it was worth it. Each and every time I came up here it was magical. The reason I call this, my spot is for its isolation provides for solidarity. And that is something I truly cherish.

My case was lying on the bench waiting to be opened. I walked towards it, lifted the flaps and the violin was in my hands. Looking at it, it was still as beautiful as the day I had first seen it. Adjusting the position of the delicate instrument on my shoulder, I took in a deep breath. I could do this.

And with that my hands that were so accustomed to the old instrument moved automatically. ‘Ave Maria’ had been one of my favorite tunes of all time and it had taken me months to get it right.

This was it. I had reached the high notes I could never surpass. My fingers hurt, but they were there, hitting the right notes, when suddenly I heard a ruffle; the kind that makes you stop-immediately-and-take-a-look-at-whatever-produced-this-sound-because-it-could-be-a-serial-killer-or-a hound-or-definitely-something-scary.

It was a man, seemingly lost in thought and eyes shut. He was a foreigner, fair, tall, lean, having a rather oddly handsome face with high cheekbones. The wind was playing with his wavy dark black hair.  He was formally dressed with a black coat on his suit ware and at the moment, was leaning against the bench.

He opened his eyes and looked straight at me. Very apologetically, he began to mumble something about being sorry for intruding. I, on the other hand, was too lost in his sea blue eyes to pay attention. They were unlike anything I’d ever seen before. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to paint those eyes.

“So I’m really..Miss? Are you alright?” He chuckled.

I had probably freaked him out with all my staring. ‘Snap out of it’.

“Yes I’m fine.” I managed. His voice had this deep velvety comforting quality.

“I had actually lost my way among the trees until I heard the violin. And it just didn’t feel quite right to stop you to be honest. You truly are wonderful at playing it.” His eyes crinkled when he smiled.

I felt myself blush. Why? I didn’t even know the guy. ‘Stop it.’

“Thank you.” I wasn’t used to praises.

--Silence--

 “I really didn’t mean to sneak up on..”

“No it’s alright.”