Erik Destler has been alive for 121 years. Why? He is immortal, well, only until his life goes the way he planned it with Christine. But with Christine dead and no one even visits the Opera House now, Erik will never lived the life he dreamt of. Not...
Erik and I sang for most of the day but we had to stop eventually because Erik said we might lose our voices. I didn't argue. We talked and laughed for the rest of the day. At about 10:00 I was getting tired and I think Erik was aswell.
"We'd better head to bed," I said yawning.
"Best had," he said standing up and yawning, "until I sort out a room for you, you can have my room."
"Where will you sleep?" I asked.
"On the sofa," he said pointing to a sofa behind me.
"Erik, you have your bed," I said, "I'll have the sofa."
I've never liked sleeping in others beds, even if I was sleeping over at a relative's or my old friend's house.
"Addie, please, have my bed for now," he said.
I had a feeling that he wasn't going to give this up anytime soon so, I thought of an excuse to get him to agree, "Erik, either you let me sleep on the sofa or you and I are sharing the bed."
There was silence for a minute until he finally answered, "very well, you can have the sofa."
The night was silent after that. I stayed away for what felt like hours giving Erik some time before I assumed he fell asleep. I have a stuffed animal that I sleep with and I was afraid if Erik saw that I had it he would make fun of me.
(Time skip brought to you by Addie's stuffed animal)
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I woke up before Erik the next morning which I wasn't really surprised about, I've gotten used to waking up before 6:00 am for work. At about 8:00 am Erik woke up but I didn't notice at first because I was writing in my notebook and listening to music with my earphones in. It was only when I looked up from my notebook to think on what to write next I noticed Erik standing at the doorway to his room.
"Morning," I said taking my earphones out.
"Morning Addie and morning to your little friend," he said walking over.
"Friend?" I questioned.
When he got over to me he picked up my Penguin and sat next to me putting my Penguin on his lap making her wave at me.
"Oh right," I said, feeling blush coming on my face, "you weren't supposed to know I had that."
"If it makes you feel better," he said handing my Penguin back, "I still have my stuffed animal."
