Peter: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part three

> Sorry to have interrupted your meeting with Dorothy.

I realize that I've just said this in a more accusing tone than I would have liked. I feel my cheeks blush. Peter looks at me with a gleam of interest in his eyes, as if all my reactions fascinated him.

Peter > Dorothy comes from my home country, Romania. Specifically, Transylvania, we have a lot in common.

Why does he feel obliged to add to it? I frown, annoyed at his behaviour. Can't he see that I don't like their closeness?

> Well that's good if you finally manage to make a friend after all this time...

He raises an eyebrow, visibly surprised by my scathing remark. Serves him right! He suddenly starts to laugh, and the sound of his melodious voice makes my heart flips. Why is he so seductive? I can't even get angry with him.

Peter > I admit it, I said it to see your reaction... and you didn't disappoint me! You'll always surprise me, Lucy...

In a good or bad way, I never know where I stand with him.

> Stop playing with me, Peter...

He stops laughing and suddenly looks more serious, more dangerous too. I hold my breath.

Peter > I sometimes feel like you're playing with me, Lucy.

His voice is grave, his intonation dark as if he were angry with me without really knowing why. However, I haven't done anything wrong...

> I never play, Peter, you should know that everything I say, everything I feel is true.

He runs a hand through his hair again. I feel that it's a reflex when he's hesitant or lost in thought. His gesture hypnotizes me, his milky hand, perfectly drawn, contrasting with his black hair. It's a sight that I don't tire of.

Peter > I know that Nicolae spoke to you, you know now why I'm like that with you...

> I don't care what Nicolae said, you're still alive, you feel things like I do. We aren't so different.

Peter > Think again, Lucy, in many ways we are different, life left us a long time ago... you should never forget that. We are constantly torn between the past and the present, we don't really know how to live anymore.

> Me too, I'm lost between the past and the present... You don't know me well enough to understand it, but I'm not frightened of you.

He looks at me, surprised at this remark. I realize that I may have said a little too much. He walks towards me as if to say something. But at that moment Dorothy comes out of the music room. Her eyes darken when she sees me. Same for me Dorothy!

Dorothy > Peter, I haven't shown you the last part of the piano piece yet.

Peter doesn't answer her, his eyes locked into mine. Is he still waiting for a reaction from me? Is he looking for an answer to the question he seems to be constantly asking himself?

> Well, Peter, it's not very nice to leave a damsel in distress. We're done anyway, aren't we?

Once again, his eyes light up, as if I were still a source of pleasure for him.

Peter > If you're going back to the manor, I'll walk with you. I don't really like you walking alone in the streets of Mystery Spell at this time of day.

I look at him, astonished. Does he take me for a five-year-old or what? I'm quite capable of going home alone. Or maybe he just wants to get rid of Dorothy? Stop dreaming, Lucy!