16 - What’s Right
Days had passed, and you and Aristotle fell into a routine. You’d wake up, have breakfast, he’d go to work, you would go around the house and do any chores you found needed to be done, you’d stay out of the basement, then he’d come home and you’d have dinner.
You stayed out of the basement, not because Aristotle told you to, but because you were terrified of what you would find it you went. In fact, Aristotle told you that you had free reign over all of the house and the grounds, as long as you didn’t leave the land.
It was simple, really. And you actually liked it there. There was a large garden in the backyard, and the front yard faced a street that was rarely used. There was an abandoned house across the street and the closest neighbor was half a mile away over the hill. You actually liked the idea of this sanctuary. No one was there to bother you.
Sometimes, you felt like Beauty and the Beast, difference being the beast was the beautiful one. And there was no true love. Or an amazing library that he would gift to you for no reason. God, that’d be a dream come true, don’t you think?
Meanwhile, Moran reunited with his old comrades. Darla didn’t say anything to Moran, besides one worded responses or ‘good morning’s. He knew why. She still had feelings for him. But he didn’t care. She never really mattered to him. Nothing more than a business partner, at least.
The twins had been staying in his apartment for the days, and Moran finally called in sick to the school to spend more time in his search for you. And it was very clear what had happened to the teacher.
He had grown obsessed. Not just in his search for a student, but in you. Perhaps it was all of his attempts to condone his previous actions that made him act constantly towards finding you. But maybe these feelings were mistaken for a love. Perhaps he did truly grow to love you, but maybe it was just his mind tricking him.
Either way, you were much more than a normal student. And you were nothing like Tiana. Moran thought of you and himself as similar. Both had scars inflicted by no one else, and invisible tears that would never stop.
Maybe this was how it ought to be….? Either way, anything was better than going back to a world where no one wanted you, right?
Aristotle was on his way home from work, a skip in his step in his hope to see you. The sun was going down, and he figured he should pick you up something nice. Girls like flowers, right?
As he walked down the street of the darkened and shadowy market, the lights of the still open businesses flashed in his eyes. His pale eyes finally rested on a flower shop, a dozen different colours of roses, all arranged in a beautiful rainbow display.
The shorter, asian woman behind the counter smiled as he approached.
“You want flowers?” she asked in her heavy accent.
“Um… yes, please,” he said, his eyes dancing over the display of roses. The woman smiled brightly at him and raced to his side. She took a deep breath to begin an explanation.
“Each rose colour has meaning. White, innocent. Salmon, desire. Lavender, charm. Pink, sweetness. Yellow, friendship. Orange, enthusiasm. And, of course, red for romance.” Aristotle’s mind raced at the message he wanted to tell you. He could write you an entire sonnet merely with roses.
“Um… how many roses can twenty bucks get me?” he asked.
“A dozen and a half,” she said. “Eighteen.” Aristotle nodded with a bright smile.
“Then… um… can I get… two yellows, three oranges, three lavenders, five pinks, four whites, and… and one red…” The little lady smiled brightly.
“I bet this rainbow is for your wife, isn’t it?” Aristotle blushed and looked to the floor. “A fiance maybe? A girlfriend? Either way, soon to be more, huh?” Aristotle blushed loudly and rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed. The old lady smiled and laughed and began to wrap up the large amount of roses.
As he walked out of the flower stand, the large bouquet nearly tumbling out of his arms, Aristotle accidentally tripped into a short ginger girl standing beside a tall man.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed as the girl yelped.
“I’m okay!” she responded with a big smile. The couple smiled, and all three went their separate ways.
“Hm, that was a lot of flowers, huh?” Darla said to Moran after they walked away from the man they had run into.
“Yeah. I wonder where he’s going.”
“He probably has a big date tonight.” Moran chuckled and nodded, thinking of the only girl he would buy that many flowers for. You. You deserved that many roses, and more.
“C’mon,” said Darla, linking her arm with Moran’s. “Gear will have our heads if we don’t get back with burgers soon.” Moran forced a smile and they continued down the market to the best burger place in town.
Hm… what a coincidence, huh? A murderer and a psychopath, both in love with the same girl bumping into each other on the street. No idea who the other was, just a passing face.
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Hey guys! I'm super bored today, so here's a second chapter. Something big is coming, and I'm kinda impatient to publish! I can't wait to see What you guys think!!
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