His Melody (Complete)

Chapter 5

"Melodie, today I have a new song for you to sing."
Melodie sighed sadly and gave him a note. It told him that she couldn't sing until she was well, for she had a cold and thought it best to just not sing anything. "I'm sorry about this, but it turns out I fell ill. Stress or something, I don't know," she informed. "Then here just look at this song. Read it and learn it, we will sing this next time you feel better."
Melodie looked at the sheet music. The title of the piece was 'How could I ever know'. "What a strange title." She thought.
Mr. Y glanced at her. He could see her shaking again.
Melodie still looked over the music, each word was hauntingly beautiful. She knew the piece was stunning. She almost wanted to sing it, but decided not to. She quickly set the score down, knowing that shortly after a coughing fit would escape.
"Melodie? What's wrong?"
"This music it's beautiful. Did you write this?"
She said still looking at the music.
"Yes. It's about a man who lost his wife."
"The way the music soars is amazing."
Mr. Y smiled at her. "I'm glad you think so."
Melodie was fighting against a series of coughs. She slowly lost her internal battle and was sent into a coughing fit.
"Melodie!"
Melodie suddenly fell, feeling worse than she did just a few minutes ago.
"I-I can't feel my legs." she said nervously. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she thought it was just a normal cold and it would pass but now she realized that is was something worse.
"Melodie!" Mr. Y spoke in concern, moving over to her, putting his hands on her arms. "You need to lay down. You are in no condition to sing or look over music."
"I... I..." Melodie began, trembling.
"No, don't say anything, just focus on getting better. Let me..."
"No! Please stay I'm frightened." she said almost begging.
"Ok just rest, I will be right here."
Melodie nodded, gazing into his eyes. They appeared so gentle.
"You should have stayed home. Your parents must be worried sick." Mr. Y told her.
Melodie glanced at him, "If they knew, I'd be treated as though I was a baby. I'm twenty. I'm not a child. I don't need them to..." She was interrupted by another heavy cough. This was worse than the last, it felt like someone was stabbing her in her throat.
Mr. Y knew Melodie needed her rest. "Shh... don't speak. You must rest."
Melodie started to protest. She didn't want to rest, she had already rested enough.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,
Hard as lightning, soft, as candle light,
Dare you trust the music of the night
Close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn't what you want to see,
In the dark it is easy to pretend,
But the truth is what it ought to be
Softly, deftly,
Music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it,
Secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you can not fight,
The darkness of the music of the night
Close your eyes start a journey through a strange new world,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
Close your eyes and let music set you free,
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication,
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night."
Melodie felt asleep calling her name and slowly closed her eyes.
Mr. Y watched as Melodie closed her eyes, moving her to the couch that he laid her down on two weeks ago, getting the blanket that was over the back of it, covering her up. "Sleep well, My angel."
He thought that she could not hear him but she heard every heartfelt word.
Melodie smiled in her sleep, feeling comfort in his tone. "Thank you," Melodie whispered softly as she drifted off to sleep.
"You're welcome, now just focus on getting well. I will be right here if you need me," Mr. Y assured, gently placing the back of his hand to her forehead. She felt fevered. Mr. Y drew his hand back, concern washing over him. His new angel had become fever stricken. There was no way he could send her home, not in this condition. To himself, and only to himself he whispered, "My poor angel..."
Christine and Gleb can't know she was here.
He walked out of his music room down to Auguste's room.
"Auguste, I need you to deliver this note to Melodie's family. Say that this is from her."
"Yes sir."
He says meekly.
Auguste gets up to grab the note. As he starts to leave Erik grabs his arm.
"And don't ever think about touching Melodie again."
He slowly nodded his head.
He walks out of Mr. Y's home down to Melodie's parents home.