A/N: The piece above is the piece Charlotte played in this chapter.
(It's one of my favorite, so I hope you'll like it too !)
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It has been a week since I had last seen Venable.
Days passed as if it were on a loop, the same routine, same shit every day. Sleeping during the day, visiting the library during the night.
The library here is like a haven to me, it isn't as large or as grand like the one I used to go to, but rather, small and cosy with a surprisingly huge capacity that it even has a brown, well-polished grand piano sitting in the center. It's the only place where I could feel safe and secure.
It's another late night at 2am, I decide to make my way to the library to finish reading my book from yesterday.
As I pushed open the door into the library, I was immediately welcomed by the familiar bibliosmia of the library and the cracking sound of the fire from the fireplace.
I sat in my favourite spot at the rocking chair by the fire with my book on my lap and making myself comfortable before I start reading. Knowing myself, it usually doesn't take long for me to be totally immersed in reading once I started but oddly, I just can't seem to focus today.
It is as if my mind is elsewhere and my heart is longing for the presence of someone. The air of melancholy slowly surrounds me, making my heart ache a little not being able to see a certain someone. For the first time, despite feeling lonely all my life, I feel lonely.
Trying to push all the messy thoughts and feelings away, I sat there hugging my knees, looking miserable as ever. The harder I try to push them all away, the more overwhelming it becomes.
I sat there for the longest time, fighting myself in my head, trying to deny the fact that I know who that certain someone is.
No longer being able to withstand all the complicated feelings that were slowly drowning me, I stood up and walked over to the piano promptly. I sat down on the piano bench and let my fingers dance across the keys, letting my heart play whatever it feels like playing and allowed all my emotions to flow into my playing.
As I'm playing, tears were running down both my cheeks. Tears that carries complex emotions, mostly misery and fear.
I have feelings for her, I have feelings for Ms Venable and I'm scared.
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