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Love. It's a funny thing, don't you think? They say that the essence of life is love, but for me, it's the cause of death. Hi, my name is Erik Night and I killed the girl I love.
Professor Nolan. She was a brilliant actress, a heart filled mentor and a joy to society. I remember in my second year, she was prepping me for my exam. I was doing the balcony scene from R+J and she was helping me rehearse. But as she spoke the words of the bard, she transformed into a conflicted teenager, troubled by love and abused by her loyalty. I felt my heart swell at that precise moment. Her chocolate hair fell around her waist, caressing her curves as it tumbled from her head. Her soft brown eyes melted into my skin and goose bumps covered my arms.
"Erik? Dear, are you okay? You missed your cue," professor Nolan gently squeezed my arm, breaking my trance. The bell rang.
"Erm, yeah, professor, I just, uh, I have to get to class," breaking contact, I ran for the door, throwing thanks and goodbyes over my shoulder.
'Great. Just as I'm about to walk through the door, that particular memory flashes up,' I mentally kicked myself. How had I been keeping this infatuation secret for a whole year? I peered through the glass panel to see professor Nolan looking at me.
"Here he is now.' I pushed the door open and strode into the classroom. "Come on in, Erik. As usual, your entrance timing is perfect. We are ready for your monologue.' Huh, that's weird, this time I didn't feel anything for the professor as I usually did. Then I saw her, that beautiful face. I laughed with joy inside, she couldn't run away! As I made my way to the stage, Nolan introduced me, mentioning my achievements as if to boost the classes appreciation of me. I, once again, blocked out everything else and focused on Zoey Redbird from the corner of my eye. Her eyes had decided on hazel and were totally focused on me. Her soft cheeks blushed a deep rose, I hate to remember why she might have been blushing, but nevertheless, she glowed. The clapping broke my trance and I looked around at the room, trying to seem nonchalance. I noticed that she was clapping enthusiastically. Hmm, maybe she doesn't remember me? My face smiled that of a Cheshire cat at her approval. Now it was my turn to speak. 'Hi. How are you guys doing?' as soon as I spoke, I realised that my question had only asked one person. I quickly recovered and continued to prevail with my task, 'monologues seem really intimidating, but the key is to get your lines down, and then to imagine that you're actually acting with a full cast of actors.' I moved my eyes around the room, making sure that nobody noticed my favouring Zoey's attention, 'Trick yourself into thinking you're not up here all alone, like this...'. I bowed my head, blocking out every bit of the essence that made me Erik Night and became the Moor, in love with a white maiden, Desdemona. I lifted my head to a society I no longer knew as my time and began,
'
Her father loved me, oft invited me;
Still questioned me the story of my life
From year to year -- the battles, sieges, fortunes
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days
To th' very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most diastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field;
Of hairbreadth scapes i' the' imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence
And portance in my travels' history;
Wherein of anters vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speak -- such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline;
But still the house affairs would draw her thence;
Which ever she could with haste dispatch,
She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse. Which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not intentively. I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffered. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished
That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me;
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her that she did pity them.'
As I quoted the last few lines, I looked up and my eyes locked intensely with Zoey Redbird's. it was just like the first time we saw each other; the entire world evaporated and we were the only ones in that room. My heart lurched, trying to break free from its fleshy prison. I saw her shiver in delight and my hand responded almost immediately. I raised my fore fingers to my lips, imagining the pressure of her plush mouth against mine. Realising what I had just done, I continued with a charade of bowing to the class. The instant applause was deafening. She stood amongst the crowd, standing out like a sore thumb, the most beautiful sore thumb. The moment broke, 'Now, that's how it's done,' professor Nolan interrupted the excitement. Somehow, I managed to pick myself up from the melted pool I had become at the sight of her smile. As I headed for the exit, thanking the students that congratulated me on their way to pick a monologue under the professor's instructions, I couldn't help but glance back over my shoulder. I saw her watching me, blushing in the embarrassment of being caught. My chest fluttered like a finch taking flight. Once more our eyes locked and the Cheshire cat arose across my face once more. I felt an incomprehensible sadness as soon as the door closed behind me. But it wasn't incomprehensible. I smiled to myself. I knew at that moment that I loved her. No matter what it took, I was going to be with her.
