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Behind the Scenes: Dominique's Side

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        [Author's REAL final note: This is just an extra. But I want to ask ... what do you think on Dominique? Do you hate him or do you like him?]

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It happened before everything else happened:

Dominique's POV

I have made up my mind. I know it's a big risk ... and I might lose him. Either way, I have to do this.

I know I won't regret. I can't regret it.

"Dominique ...," I've heard a voice then I turned around.

"Is it finished?" I asked him expectantly.

I saw his face turned serious, "Are you sure about this? He might die," he gravely said.

I looked away towards the opened windows. I saw the white curtains flowing with the morning breeze. "I know that, Andrew."

I stepped towards those tall windows then I gazed outside. "The only way for him to set his foot in this place is to take Neo here. He will surely ... force himself go here even if he knows he will be seeing me here," I said as I smile bitterly.

He shrugged. "You missed him that much, do you? But Dominique ... are you sure you won't regret this?"

"He won't die, Andrew. I'm sure of that," I assured him with a serious tone.

"What if he died?"

I grunted at his words. "Heh. Then that's what he deserves," I replied quite annoyed. I was positive he wouldn't die.

Andrew gently leaned his back on the table, facing to my opposite. "You seem to underestimate the forbidden arts of sorcery."

"And ... you seem to underestimate your youngest brother, Andrew."

I heard him laugh. "I see ... I see ... I know I can't go against you. If you really trust Gielien that much, then maybe ... he won't die."

I sighed. "Maybe I do trust him. But I'm still worried. I'm not sure if he can handle his new responsibility, without Father guiding him. Being the Landlord is a very heavy burden."

"That's why you want to test him?"

"Yes."

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh. "Dominique, you know you can still go back to him. You can help make his burden lighter," he easily suggested. But I shook that thought away.

"It's no good. I can't, even if I insist. I already broke his trust when I left him before. I cannot face him now, even as a friend."

I breathed deeply. I don't want to regret on anything. If it's impossible to face him as an ally then maybe I can do it as an enemy.

"You still got your pride with you," he told me.

"I need my pride so that I could win over that person's stubbornness, Andrew," I answered then I smiled, and he smiled back.

I don't know.

Maybe that reason ... that I only wanted to test his worth and capability was just an excuse for me to keep up on him.

Andrew might be right, I missed that guy.

There is something special about him, even during the time we first talked. He was the only one who extended his hand to me, the first one who made friends with me, even if I wasn't fond of him and have seen him as a rival. Even if I was a conceited, arrogant and a fearful child, and every one tried their best not to get close to me. He was the only one who didn't care about that.

He smiled. And he offered me his hand.

It's crazy, right? That's why I can't just go back to him and tell him I regret that I left.

I know he won't accept it.

I know he'll just laugh at it and he won't believe on anything I say.

I don't really know why I'm telling this now, maybe I'm insane?

But it's funny.

I still love him as my younger brother.

Maybe ...

I'm just as stubborn as he is ....