Fame. Part six.

When we got to my new home, I frantically began to open the door. I left him all alone. With blood on his hand.

But when I opened the door, the small room with a fireplace and armchairs was empty.

I realized that he was gone. But where?

"You know, this is none of my business. But I would not advise you to get so used to Moonlight so much," Venice suddenly whispered. Her words disturbed me, but I knew there was anxiety in them.

I didn't say anything, I just fell into a chair and, as it happens in old films, covered my face with my hands to add drama to the moment.

"I will leave you. I have to go. If something is needed, you can find me in the end of the street."

"Thank you."

Now, there was a sense of emptiness in me.

I looked around. It was the most ordinary house. Brick walls, small paintings on the walls, with simple natural landscapes.

Everything was simple, but very comfortable.

A small corridor led to two rooms, one of which was a study.

Feeling tired and the desire to just close my eyes, I went into the bedroom and fell on the bed.

The soft mattress under my back had a calming effect and I immediately fell asleep.

The same dreams, the same landscape. But who was that, just next to the house?

Waking up in sweat, I looked around in horror. The walls with pictures of small flowers, pink-beige, seemed so strange to me, and all because they were not mirrored.

I noticed that I was covered with blanket. And that black curtains were pulled over the window.

Moonlight was at home.

Suddenly, hearing the conversation, I quietly walked to the door of the room and began to listen.

"Okay. Thank you," Moonlight said and in response.

"Every day, I will bring all the necessary groceries. But if you are not comfortable, then you can come to the dining room, which is located at the very end of the street. Breakfast, lunch and dinner await you there."

"Okay. Thanks again."

"Don't thank me. This is my job."

It was clear from the voice that it was a robot. I looked out the window and the truth is, it was a real robot. Only in perfect human form.

He was wearing a snow-white suit that looked like a cook's outfit.

Walking quickly, he carried an empty basket in his hand.

It means that there are robots here and superiority over them ...

"You're awake," a voice came from behind me.

I felt ashamed, I could not just take it and start talking, as if there was not that scratch, rose, that panic on my face, that escape and the absence of Moonlight.

Instead of words, I just hugged him so hard that we both almost fell onto the bed.

I didn't know what to say. Probably the words had no more power.

And I just thought, "I'm sorry."

What did I apologize for?

But it seemed he read my mind, because his hands grabbed my back tighter and we froze.