Rosen Tears

隨筆/草稿，希望能營造出灰暗一點的氣氛…用英文寫純粹因為構思的時候是英文思考=w= 

“Oscar,” the black-haired man said, “why havn't you light the candles? Should I get you some?” he continued as he prepared to fetch some candles for the blond one sitting silently in the dark.

“No,” she stopped him. “Don’t bother. Come sit with me.”

He sat, knowing that something was wrong.

“Do you remember when we were but children? Straitening our backs, couldn’t wait to grow up?” She continued.

“I sure do.” The man replied with a warm smile as he recalled their childhood together.

“Things were so simple back then,” the woman sighed. “Why do we have to grow up, André?” She looked sideway sadly.

“You’re not happy as a high-ranking officer at the Royal Guard?”

No answer.

“I thought that was your dream,” he continued, even though he knew too well that it was not what has caused her to be so melancholy.

“No. Not mine, but my father’s. I just couldn’t disappoint him, I guess,” she said with a sad smile. She’s always been her father’s favorite. It would break her heart to see him in disappointment.

“What’s your dream, then?” asked André, his dark, green eye fixed on her blue ones.

“Well. I don’t know,” she chuckled lightly, “why don’t you tell me what your dream is first, after that, I might tell you mine,” then leaned over to rest her elbows on her knees, slightly amused.

He bent over likewise, and said with a rather stern voice, “My dream, Oscar, is you.”

Her sapphire eyes were wide open, “I don’t understand…”

“My dream is to be able to hold you in my arms, to be able to call you mine,” he explained with the most serious expression.

“But…” she still seemed unable to comprehend.

He sighed, “I love you, Oscar. I love you dearly. I have loved you since… I don’t know… since forever.”

“André, I...” she was utterly shocked.

How he wanted to enclose her in his arms, to speak consolation into her ears, to tell her that it didn’t matter how Count Fersen thought of her, that she had always and will always have him, André Grandier, by her side. Oh, how he loved her. Yet, he could do nothing but see her agonize. The helplessness cut through his heart like a knife. Before he knew it, he was pressing his lips on hers. It only frightened her, but he couldn’t control it. It was as if a beast was unleashed. A beast in him caged for too long and refused to be contained.

She threatened to cry out for help, but in vain for he KNEW that she would not do so, nor did he care if she actually did.

He forced her on the bed, running his lips alone her neck, delicate since it seldom saw daylight. He eagerly sucked in her intoxicating sent and he wanted more, more of this enchanting sweetness. Then, he pulled her shirt further down to explore more of her fair skin but tore it by accident. The sound of shredded cloth brought him back. In front of him was a scene that carved into his chest, breaking his heart into a thousand pieces. Oscar, the woman he absolutely loved and adored more than life itself, was in tears, letting him do whatever sinister he was conducting, only because she didn’t want to see him die under her father’s sword.

It was he who had put those beautiful eyes in tears. It was he who has so much frightened her. Realizing what he had done, he collapsed beside her bed in deep regret. Eventually, he pulled himself off the ground, covered her bare shoulder with a blanket, straightened himself, and said, “I am sorry, Oscar. It won’t happen again. I promise. I’ll ask Granny to bring you some candles,” before walking toward the door slightly wobbling.