Arcane Love

Chapter One: The First Meet

Just when he walked in through the door for the terrace, he felt another presence. The scent of her perfume and also a cigarette fumed into his nostril. "Anybody here?" he said with hopes of getting a reply, but he got none. The terrace was not huge, but dark. And the moonlight was just glimmering enough to cover a small portion of the terrace, the portion Andrew walked up till.

He stood right next to the edge and looked down to try and measure the height, but his measurement had only a mere chance of being accurate, and a cent percentage chance of being a bluff which will not be verified.

"That's a long fall. I wouldn't advise you to jump," said the lady, who appeared out of nowhere. The scent of her perfume and the half burnt cigarette which was held by her fingers was proof that she's the same woman who's presence Andrew had already felt.

"Don't worry, love. I'm not going to jump. My pride needs much more than death by jumping off of a building."

"What does your pride need then? Mr..."

"Andrew... Andrew LaRoche. My pride needs death by a noble cause or after a noble cause."

"What could this noble cause be?"

"Well, let me think. Perhaps, getting acquainted with you."

"Oh! I'm flattered, but your noble cause must wait. I've gotta go. See you around, Mr LaRoche."

"Oh! Wait..."

The girl dropped her cigarette then crushed it with her right foot, she spun around in a fraction of a second, her thick and long hair flipped across her face with elegance, and in no time did the place turn lonely and silent. Andrew still stood near the edge of the terrace looking downwards.

After a while, he wore his coat back on and then left the terrace. The building was tall, but the lift went up and came down like a speeding bullet. In no time did Andrew reach the ground floor. Everything was darker now, the cool breeze flew by with quiet whispers, the watchmen were fast asleep and the dogs laid on their back, unbothered of the faint scent which Andrew gave off while he passed by them.

The roads were empty at this hour, as it was the month of December; there was a faint vision of fog under the dim yellow streetlights. "Seems like it may snow sometime soon," said Andrew, he spoke to himself when no one was around, actually he did that even when people were around him. He slowly kept treading towards his destination, so that he wouldn't stumble due to a pothole or a stone which he wouldn't be able to see due to the darkness which surrounded him.

After a tiring, but gratifying walk. Andrew reached his house, and when he reached the main door, he bent down to move the pot kept right next to the main door, and the keys placed under it. After getting back up, Andrew looked around for a while and then entered his house. The house was humongous for just one man. It began with a common passage which led straight to the Living room, an open kitchen on the right side, two bedrooms on the left side of the house and the master's bedroom on the right side.

Andrew's family was not filled with a large number of people, but it was fairly larger than neutral. He did not keep in touch with most of the family members, except his sister, Staci. His mother and he had not been so close due to complications they had with each other, but it never made an effect in any other relationship, however, it did affect Andrew in a way that he lost his slumber, and most nights he spent pondering with thoughts and blue memories.

The sadness never showed on his face, as he always pretended to be happier than he truly was, this act which he performed in front of everyone was merely ever taken as a false personality. Andrew brewed some tea and then made his way to the high chairs near the kitchen counter. He always sat on the second high chair from the left, many called it OCD, but Andrew said that the light fell exactly where he wanted it to when he sat on the second high chair.