•Spend A Night• (censored version)

Every chapel after that was like the last, all differing slightly, being unique to the angel they were made for, but still remaining exquisite. There were words and symbols that I did not know the name of. Ophelia guides me back to the library from yesterday, while we walk, she mentions that all of her uncles were named after an Archangel, and that I had already met two of them. Just as I remembered, the library is beautiful, with just one look, it draws me in.

Ophelia grabs my hand gently, smiling when she has my full attention. Leading me to the couch we sat at previously, we sit and let the stillness of books fill the air.

"Ollie, do you have any occasions to attend to tomorrow evening?"

I think about my small apartment, and how no one is there to greet me when I return home,

"No, why?"

"Would you like to spend the night with me? It is the weekend tomorrow." I immediately feel anxious with the thought of staying in a stranger's home, but I allow the tension to stay, I take it as a sign to stay alert around her. Reluctantly, I tell her I can, even though every fiber of my being screams at me to respond with a no, to not enter her home and to just go back to mine, but Ophelia's smile melts my common sense into an icky puddle of stupidity. I feel all warm and cozy inside knowing that I can make someone have that expression, especially someone strange like Ophelia.

"Shall we leave then? I cannot wait to show you my garden." Ophelia beams and pulls me to a full stand, one that leads me out of the Library, and out of the Chapel. I am led all the way to her car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, my mind panics with regret, it causes me to lose my breath, and to scratch at my thumbs to calm my nerves. Beside me, Ophelia talks joyfully about how she loves her garden, she calls it Libidine. I tune her out and chew my lips till I feel a familiar sting. We drive past the school, and many houses and buildings, we drive until the trees are more frequent and until there are no houses, just a long road that drives past some trees, into a clearing. Beyond us is a massive mansion, one that reminds me of the Cathedral almost. Ophelia carries a bored expression, like the sight we are seeing is nothing grand. Her driveway is long and winding, it circling around a typically placed fountain. She randomly parks her car in front of some wide steps, having not even a second thought about being in the way, probably because a man I assume to be the butler appears out of no where and drives the to somewhere I can not see.

With her eyes on me the entire time, she guides me up the rich steps and into her luxurious home, maids opening the door, not allowing her dainty hands to even hover an inch near it. There is a line of nearly 60 people, not one of them lifts their head in Ophelia's presence. Coldly, she ignores them all, like they are pests she could not be bothered with. I see now that Ophelia is one of those typical spoiled rich kids who think they are better than everyone and anything to exist, even better than God himself. In an attempt to not seem rude, I wave as I pass by, hoping they see it. We stand near a majestic staircase that climbs to another floor. I look at my hands, they are moist with nervous sweat, this is how I am certain I do not belong in Ophelia's home. Before moving anywhere else, I am asked if I want to see the beloved garden of Ophelia's, I nod that I do.

Ophelia's eyes glint as she leads me further into her domain, it takes us 30 minutes to exist outside. My feet ache as I impatiently wait for Ophelia's next move. Behind the mansion is a massive garden, one that takes up the entire back of the estate, it leads into the trees surrounding them. A look of pride is plastered onto Ophelia's face as we enter her Libidine. My breath is gone and my heart hammers against my ribcage trying to get a peek at Libidine too. With a swift turn of her head, Ophelia beams, holding her hand out for me to grab, and I do. I take ahold of her hand like my life depends on it. Flowers of all kinds greets us, plants I have never seen before wave at me beckoning me to give them a kiss. There are trees that cast shade on to my body, blanketing my already Sunkissed skin. I see Ophelia speak to me, but I don't hear a word, only remembering the dream I had the other night, the one where Ophelia touches my lips, it causes me to look at hers. I hold my breath as I watch her form different sounds.

"Let's look at these-," not even knowing I moved, I am faced in front of perfectly pink peonies. A warmth consumes me, I feel like it is hard to breathe and that nothing makes sense anymore. I let my eyes try to find Ophelia, but I start sweating, that turns into heavily breathing, which in turn makes tears appear in my eyes. I cannot find Ophelia and these flowers are provoking me, they are tormenting me. My lip trembles because something inside of me aches, my body throbs. Reaching my hands out is pointless, I feel nothing near me. My vision blurs and there is nothing more that I want than to find someone next to me, where is Ophelia?

"Ollie, come here," her hand grabs my waist and pulls me closer, embracing me strongly. She rubs her hand in a circular motion on the small of my back, shushing me. Tears drip from eyes and before I know it, I am sobbing into Ophelia's front, my face buried in her chest, but this action does not soothe me, it only adds to my distress. it is embarrassing, she is not letting me go and I no longer have any desire to be here in this enticing garden. Something inside me flares as I push away from Ophelia.

It is indescribable, the expression on her face is. It is like I am disgusting, that is how she is looking at me, I feel filthy. But when I blink, all I see is a face of concern.

"What is the matter, Ollie? Let us go inside, you look pale," she walks past me slowly, and I feel strange.

I can't help but question the feelings I felt earlier, what happened to the heat I felt? I rush out the garden never wanting to enter it again. I am tired, that garden must have sucked the life out of me, I probably got overwhelmed, I am not use to such fancy things. Ophelia hasn't spoke to me ever since we left the garden she loves so much and I feel bad for ruining her happy mood again. A yawn escapes me as I look to see what face Ophelia could possibly be making. She is frowning slightly, but she does not seem so upset.

"....'Phelia..I'm tired.." I look down and stare at my feet, but when I look up again, her eyes are on me with a smile,

"Alright, let us go to my room then."

White nightgown with frills, that's what I am wearing because I did not have any clothes with me, Ophelia and I are matching. Another problem is that Ophelia wants me to sleep in her room with her, I don't think I will feel comfortable sleeping that close, but my eyes burn for slumber, so I climb into bed and awkwardly make my way under her expensive blankets that are soft to the touch. Being wealthy is nice because every night is filled with comfort. Ophelia sits at a grand desk filled with paperwork and expensive looking items. She told me she has to finish a document up before getting in bed. I lay there letting my eyes close tightly, wishing to quickly fall asleep so it can be a new day, and I do.