Obsession - part 5.

[thekeyholder91]

Title: Obsession (fifth part)
Author: thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG13/PG
Beta: my German sister, autumn_shudder! Thank you, dear! *hugs*
Summary: AU story based on Dom and Matt's journals. Dom is a first year uni student who moves to a new apartment. Matthew, his neighbour, is a weird painter, who decides to play the voyeur...
Feedback: is bringing a crazy smile on my face, so make me happy, please!
Warning: Voyeurism. :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any other band/song mentioned. However, the story is mine, so don't steal!
Author's Note: So this is the penultimate part...you don't have to worry, I've already finished the whole thing. Thank you, laurad2609, for making my name day a nice one. <3
The song Matthew mentions in this part is 'I Will Possess Your Heart' by Death Cab for Cutie (I linked the shorter version).


Previous parts: PART 1. | PART 2. | PART 3. | PART 4.







11th December 2010. (Dominic)

I know that I’ve been neglecting this journal lately, but I had nothing to say. Yes, I still receive the daily love poem, but you know what? It doesn’t bother me anymore, as the question “Who’s the sender?” doesn’t bother me either. If he’s willing to reveal his identity, good; if not that’s okay too. I got used to it and it makes me smile. Anyway, I have to hurry to an afternoon course.

12th December 2010.

BIG NEWS! Oh, so much to tell, I don’t even know where to start!

After yesterday’s course I was sauntering home, very slowly, reflecting on random and abstract stuffs such as the beginning of the Universe. I was only a few streets away from home when it suddenly started raining, but really heavily. It snapped me out of my reverie and I grunted ‘Oh, great!’. I was resigned to the fate of arriving home completely soaked, when, out of the blue, Matthew appeared, walking with his head bowed and deep in his thoughts.

However, as soon as he noticed me, he came over to me quickly and lifted the umbrella above my head as well. Matthew hooked on to me so that the not exactly big umbrella would shield the both of us from the rain. We didn’t talk; I just stole a glance at his calm and graceful face from time to time and shivered from the sudden cold and excitement that overtook my body. Matthew must have felt it because he tightened his hold. He was very polite: he came with me to my door. I somehow managed to stammer my thanks to which he bowed in response.

This was so great, but the real surprise came this morning! I found the following poem:

“Rain fell last night...quiet, gentle rain,
that tapped against my window pane,
and called me back from troubled sleep,
to soothe a heart too numb to weep.

My loneliness was too deep and real,
and like a wound that would not heal,
it throbbed within me, and I knew
my arms were empty without you.

But as I listened to the sound
of soft rain falling on the ground,
I heard your voice, tender and clear,
Call my name, and oh my dear,

I threw my window open wide,
to let the sweet rain rush inside.
It kissed my lips, my eyes, my hair,
and love, I knew that you were there.

Tears that my heart could not release
Fell down from Heaven, bringing peace.
Last night while grey clouds softly wept,
I held you in my arms and slept.” (James Rowe)


If this is not a proof that Matthew is the sender, then I don’t know what it could be! So I ran back to my room, took a piece of paper and wrote a message that I put in my own mailbox, hoping that the “postman” would find it. :D

13th December 2010.

Well, well…it seems that my little rescuing from the rain the other day was very successful as I found – to my big surprise – a reply from Dominic.


“I now know for sure who you are!”

Cheeky boy, right? But I like him this way! Luckily, I had a pencil behind my left ear (don’t laugh, it’s very handy when I’m working on a painting and that’s what I’m doing on this fine, starry night) and replied to his note.

13th December 2010.

Yes! Yes! He wrote me a note! Here’s his answer:

“I hoped that you would, I was getting bored of being discreet!”

Quite cocky, don’t you think? I left him a note in a similar tone! Maybe I’m going crazy, but I enjoy this game more and more!

14th December 2010.

Good lord, I could barely wait to see if Dominic left me a message! He did, he did! I’m telling you, this boy is naughty, but I wouldn’t have him otherwise! You know what he wrote?


“Hmm, discretion was never your strength! :P”

I left him only a simple message...

14th December 2010.

I’m trembling with excitement and my heart beats with happiness or something even better. Want to know why?

About thirty minutes ago, I opened the paper with the number ‘14’ on it and this was the treat I got for today:


“A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare.” (Alexander Pushkin)

Matthew also wrote a personal message:

“With you comes inspiration. When you go back to your room, open the curtains. I hope you’ll like my surprise.”


You can imagine that I ran up as quickly as I could. I opened my windows and looked directly to Matthew’s room. He put the easel in front of the window, so that I could see his…masterpiece! I have no words…he painted us, under the umbrella, walking in the rain which took up fantastic colours. My admiration only stopped when I saw a shy brunet peeping at me from behind the curtains.

I smiled. I had to tell him how much I loved his work.

15th December 2010.

I’m in a café right now and I’m trying to calm myself down a bit and pass time by writing. It gives me much pleasure to say that excellent things happened in the last days, as you will see from this journal entry.

So I was anxiously waiting for a reaction from Dominic seeing my painting, and even though he smiled, he disappeared from my view, which made me extremely nervous. He came back with a sheet of paper and wrote something on it. Then he held it in front of the window, so I could see it.

“IT’S GORGEOUS!”

I giggled with relief. Then, guided by boldness, I took a paper myself and asked the following:

“MEET ME AT CAFÉ OLÉ 2MORROW AT 5PM?”

Dominic blushed, but he nodded in the end. Suddenly, the whole world seemed better and I couldn’t stop smiling the whole day, which didn’t go unnoticed…Julia guessed that I’d have a date with someone and helped me pick out the proper clothes (jeans, white shirt with turquoise pattern and a grey jacket). I knew that she was dying to know who my partner was, but I told her that I’ll present him if everything goes well.

During the evening, I became anxious and started walking up and down in my room, which bothered Julia, so she handed me a CD and said: “Listen to this; hopefully, the lighter songs will calm your nerves.”

It was the album “Narrow Stairs” by Death Cab For Cutie. I’ve heard about them before, but kinda ignored them. But then I picked up on the second song, “I Will Possess Your Heart”. The lyrics describe perfectly the situation between me and Dominic:

“How I wish you could see the potential,
The potential of you and me.”

I wonder if Dom ever heard this song. Would he find it fitting for our adventurous relationship? Maybe not, because it’s written from perspective of a man’s whose love is not requited…although I might convince him that I’m worth the effort.

“There are days when outside your window
I see my reflection as I slowly pass,
And I long for this mirrored perspective
When we’ll be lovers, lovers at last.”

Oh my god, it’s almost five o’clock and I have a bad feeling that he won’t come. :’( I’ll sit here, write down my misery and look at the happy couples in the café. Maybe I won’t possess his heart after all…

Oh wait…I see a blonde entering! It’s him, it’s him! Gotta go!

Comments

[millionstar.livejournal.com]

So so so sweet, I love it. So much. <33

[thekeyholder.livejournal.com]

Aww, so glad to hear that, D! Thanks! <3