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How? How was he able to get through without the other riders sensing his presence!? Maybe because the white one was speaking with me. The damned words from a damned mouth of a damned man. I was not sure if he could even hear the thoughts that rang out in my head but I didn't want to have him know I was even home. I sighed as quietly as I could as I carefully looked at the church tower as the winds had begun to make the wooden boards dance with their small movements. I always found that to be the most relaxing part of this place. Where ever I looked there was always some sort of gentle movement as this is what the earth had provided and told the mortals that built this place that this was a must in the construction. I turned around as I heard his hand knock gently on the door, I could hear it sing from the outside as it echoed within the sanctuary. Before me was a tree that would easily reach the tower but I risk being seen. But I could feel my heart begin to pound at the thought of hiding from him. What was it trying to tell me? I could never understand. But I risked him sensing me overseeing me first so swallowing my thoughts I climbed up the tree and jumped through the open boards and tumbled onto the weak floor. Even though I had room I could not stop my foot from getting caught on the boards. The thump echoed through the church and I could hear him begin to pound on the door and even try to pry it open by the sound of my door handles.
I should just face him. What worse could happen? Does he try to kill me? I guess fate would have to see. I picked myself up from the floor and grabbed the rope of the bell and jumped through the floor as the bell swayed as my body drifted closer to the tower floor Gently the clapper had hit the bell and a soft ringing had begun as I swung from the rope. Closer I descended towards the ground floor as the bells sang softly. A small this echoed as I hit the ground and began to walk to the door. The hinges cried as he hasn't stopped pulling on them. Once there I stopped. Thinking to myself. Did I really want to let him in? What's the point of another lecture if he will simply walk away from me again. I sighed and grabbed the handle of the door. Gently pulling it towards me as the hinges sang. The familiar chest of a white shirt and black jacket greeted me with the ragged breathes of the one I have loved. My face stayed turned to the ground and never once reaching up past the tip of his tie. I could hear only the faintest mumbling and the faintest pleas. I turned from him and walked further into my home as he followed, seeing as I had not shut the door upon seeing him here.
"You answered the door." He said as his deep voice vibrated against the floorboards and up my body. The church had a knack for doing that. I turned back and glanced at him slightly. "I didn't expect you too after the way we left things off. what have you been doing to keep you occupied?" He asked looking at the chandelier in the sanctuary. Avoiding any eye contact with me. I glanced over at the room of hanging bodies and pieces back corpses. Most of them his work and some mine. the ones with the empty chest cavity are mine as the stitched up dolls are his. "Oh. I see you have been occupied." I only nodded unsure if I should even speak to him in this state and mind that I have created for myself as the walls reminded me of the power that I have within my body The torn wallpaper from claws and the blood-covered walls, cracked marble and stone littered the floor. The ashes from the pulpit and the fireplaces shaded the room a darker color from the purity of the white of this once grand building tainted with my presence and my temper.
"Yes. I suppose I have been occupied." I said quietly as I watched his figure stiffen at the sound of the lack of emotion in my voice. "But that doesn't answer the reason you have visited me, do we not have anything else to yell about? Names to call each other and hatred in the form of heartbreak? Actions to judge and bodies to burn?"
His face showed little change as the muscles under that pale skin twitched and curled. His hand extended to grab me but then retracted from doing so. "I. I don't know exactly how to respond to that had you been my first romantical fight with. I was blinded by my own rage about you leaving when we both had agreed that no one should go alone but I now see why you had to I would never would have let you go otherwise. I had trapped you within the walls of my mansion both by my will and you of your own decisions. I had become the same type of man that had held you in that prison those so many years and when you had provided I was blinded by my fury and my worry as well. I had no idea where you had gone and I had no idea if you were injured or worse killed out there and I would have had no way to get you home and safe if you happened to be hurt. "
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Our Forgotten Past (Re-write)
RomanceIt has been one full year since a blinding light had erased what she had the faithful year. Though she was not at that hell hole anymore she still wandered the woods not knowing about the others that lived within them. But what happens when she bump...
