Lies will come back
- AnonymousBrahms was right, we couldn't keep going back and forth. We had decided to stay professional.
I glared at myself in the mirror. I had taken more notice to my appearance since my last conversation with Brahms even though we were no longer "involved".
Aside from my naturally wavy chestnut hair, I didn't have many inherent attractive features.
My eyes were arguably small and "beady", my nose was pointed, my jawline was soft, and my complexion was blotchy.
I ran a finger across my cheek. I hated how I looked.
Turned around, and walked out of the bathroom. Brahms was downstairs in the library reading a small book. I sat beside him on the sofa and waited for him to look up.
"Yes?" He asked, keeping his eyes glued to the pages.
I bit my lip, for some reason it was so difficult to talk to Brahms when I wanted to, I felt embarrassed.
Brahms closed his book and adverted his eyes to mine, "what's wrong?"
I had nothing to say, my mind was blank.
"Kátalin?"
I looked back at him, "do you think I'm.."
"Go on," he said.
"Ugly?" I flinched at his response, but I needed to know.
Brahms put his book on the coffee table and turned completely towards me. "Where did you get that from?" He asked.
I shrugged, "just saw myself in the mirror and thought I looked a little rough."
Brahms was quiet for a moment, "Kátalin you are many things but ugly isn't one of them."
I smiled, "are you sure?"
Brahms stared in my eyes, "with every fiber of my being."
I looked down, my cheeks beginning to redden at his compliment.
"Any who, I have some things I have to do, so help yourself to the library," Brahms said standing up.
"Are you leaving?" I asked, realizing that since I'd been here he hadn't left once.
"No, just working on something in the house," he finished.
I sat back, he really hadn't left the inside of the house at all except to save me from those wolves. I found it odd for sure but decided against saying anything.
Brahms disappeared out into the hallway. I sighed and picked up the book he had been reading, "the things we cannot say" I ran my finger across the spine of the book, why would Brahms be reading something like this?
I set the book down and decided to get something to eat in the kitchen boredom did things to me.
Before I could decide on what I wanted to eat, a loud banging sound erupted in the foyer. I jumped at the sudden noise and quickly ran to figure out what had caused it.
Someone was knocking on the door.
I waited a moment for Brahms to come out from whoever he was and answer it since it was his house, but after the tenth knock I figured it was urgent and decided to answer it myself.
I quickly unlocked the door, and swung it wide open.
A policeman was standing on the front porch.
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