is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 6: Making amends

I worked up until I had to pick Lorie up from school making Peter's apology present. The measurements weren't accurate, but it should still fit him. It was a black leather jacket with a bit hood and soft fleece lining and elasticated wrists. I folded it neatly and was pacing about my room nervously, trying to get the courage to go and knock on his door when I heard tapping on my own.

I answered it still a bundle of nerves to see Peter standing there looking awkward. I don't know if it was nerves or guilt but as soon as he started to say something I hugged him and started sobbing. He was shocked at my reaction but slowly began to hug me back, as if he were unused to such shows of affection.

"I'm sorry I hit you..." I sobbed, clinging to him, "I'm so sorry!"

He caressed my hair and hugged me back, "It's okay, Ophelia. I guess I deserved it, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. You're allowed to have your own life..."

"It's no excuse to hit you!" I argued.

He tilted my face up to look him in the face with his fingers and he smiled kindly, "Let's just put it behind us."

He wiped away my tears and kissed my forehead. I sniffed and beckoned him in. I handed him the jacket and said, "An apology gift. I want you to have it."

He unfolded the jacket and stared at it with a look of amazement, "You...made this...for me...?"

I blush, "...Yeah... I felt really bad."

"Thank you, Ophelia. I'll treasure it forever," he smiled.

"It's also a thank you present in a way," I smiled.

He looked at me quizzically, so I continued, "For always playing such beautiful music at night. I love your playing Peter, it calms me down when I'm anxious, it helps me sleep when I'm tired and even brings me joy when I'm sad. It's wonderful, you're so talented!"

He blushes as he smiles, "Thank you, Ophelia, that means a lot to me."

He turns and leaves and my heart feels lighter, knowing that I've made amends with him. My phone buzzed on the desk several times. I had two new messages. One from Sarah, the other from Loan. Sarah was inviting me to go shopping on Saturday and Loan was inviting me to catch a movie Saturday night. I agreed to both invitations and informed Nicolae of my plans to see my friends.

"Our numbers are all by the telephone in the hall," he smiled, "be sure to call one of us if there is an issue."

I smile at him, "I will. I'll take Lorie to the park on Sunday to make up for not being with her on Saturday."

He smiled at me affectionately, "Weekends are your own after all, Ophelia, you don't need to do that."

"I know, but my relationship with her is rocky at best, I need to make extra effort to be in her good books," I explained.

He nodded and I went back to my room to make more clothing. Lorie had made some unreasonable demands on me and I wanted to make her happy by impressing her. If this didn't work I'd be putting my foot down.

I made simple black crop tops for myself, long black linen skirts, short black skater skirts, and gothic style stockings and tights, blanket ponchos in black and grey, black lace cardigans, black skater dresses with added lace fringe, elegant dress shirts of both cotton and sheer fabric in both black and white, waistcoats in red, black, purple and teal, as well as a variety of leather pants and skirts. Lorie's dresses were on the rack waiting to be handed over to her insanely large wardrobe.

I had a rock album playing on my Itunes as I worked. There was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I called.

The door opened and Drogo stepped in grinning.

"You like Nigthmaradeen too?" he asked.

"Yeah, they're friggin great!" I smirked.

"I know, right?" he grinned, "They're having a concert in town as part of their tour soon, if I can get tickets, wanna go see them live?" he asked.

"Hell yeah!" I grinned.

"The tickets come cheaper in bulk, try and make some friends that you can bring along," he smirked, before leaving.

"Oh, what, you don't have your own friends you're that much of a loser?" I called after him.

I could hear him laughing in the hallway and I get back to work smiling. I was finishing some delicate stitching on Lorie's accessories when I noticed Peter standing in the doorway smiling at me.

"Peter! How long have you been there? You should have said something!" I fussed, flitting about the room, putting things away, "Don't just stand there, come in!"

He stepped in at sat down nervously on my bed.

"What, this the first time being in a girls room or something?" I teased.

"First time in a while," he chuckled, "I heard from Drogo you're going to a concert with him?"

"Yeah, apparently he's too much of a loser to have his own friends so I have to make some to invite along," I laughed.

"What kind of concert?" he asked, as I put my design books away.

"Heavy metal; Nightmaradeen!" I smile, "They're amazing! Wanna come?"

"You want me to?" he asked surprised.

"Sure, you like music don't you?" I replied, "You should definitely come!"

He smiles and nods. I smile back and carry on working. He watches me with a bizarre fascination.

"You look so peaceful while you work..." he muttered.

I looked at him with surprise and he bit his lip embarrassed. He clearly didn't mean to speak out loud. He gets up and disappears. I don't see him for the rest of the day.

That night, I'm tossing and turning in bed. I keep having nightmares about the brothers. Each of them in a historical setting. I feel eyes on my conscious body and I wonder if it's the green-eyed ghost again. I feel a cool touch on my skin that doesn't leave me indifferent. My skin is scorching, feverish. The cool sensation moves from my forehead to my cheek, to my neck and stops above my breast and back up again. I lean into it smiling and turn over. I hear a noise like someone hitching their breath, and I feel myself stir. The presence disappears and I wake up in shock. I still feel like I'm being watched. I look around and notice one of my breasts has fallen out of my top.

I corrected myself and went back to sleep...

Peter's P.O.V.

She was so peaceful as she slept. I couldn't explain this desire to be beside her. To be part of her light. She was so full of life. So...