Life was slowly going back to normal. Sure, there were days when grief took over and nothing could be said or done.
But more often than not, the kids were able to get through the day without outbursts of tears. They knew life would never be the same again, but they were coming to terms with the new reality – the one without Adrian.
Eira was also doing better. She left her room and started to play the violin.
She was determined to compose a song. It was her way of grieving and she refused to give it up. For her, that song was the last act of love and she had to write it. For Adrian.
Evander went back to painting. His pieces were tragically sad and melancholic – but he’s always painted like that so it was probably a good sign.
Dory was dealing with sadness very successfully. Her goofy nature didn’t work well with moping. Also, she found herself a friend who was also a goofball and with him, it was easy to look at the bright side.
And that friend was Alfred.
And Melia – she had so much cleaning and cooking to do that she had no time to cry. She buried herself in chores and work so she didn’t have to think about her father a lot.
She even got a promotion. With new position came new responsibility. Her boss wanted her to learn some tricks with glasses and bottles, so she started to work on her mixology skills right away.
And she soon find out it was quite fun.
Devi noticed her enthusiasm.
Devi smiled, but there was more she wanted to share.
But when Devi finished her breakfast, Melia gave it a thought and she realized her sister was right. She was not avoiding Alexander, but she was not exactly seeking his company either. That poor man was spending his days alone, wandering around the house quietly, trying not to stand in anyone’s way.
The worst part of it was that Melia knew the reason behind her behavior. And she knew she needed to talk to Alexander about it sooner or later.
She opted for sooner and asked him out.
Alexander was delighted. He wanted to talk to her, too, and he took her to the Museum of Municipal Muses. The same museum where they went on their first date.
He had something big on his mind for quite a while.
They had a lovely time together, chatting in the museum’s garden. Mel always liked their conversations. She almost forgot why they were there.
Melia felt truly uncomfortable so she was grateful for every spare second before the big talk. She wasn’t really looking forward to what was she planning to do. And maybe he would bring it up himself and she’d save herself the troubles.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested and so they’ve got across the garden and sat on a lone bench with no people around.
They just talked for another hour and watched the sunset. Melia sensed that it was equally hard for him to get to the point like it was for her.
But when the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Alexander took all his courage into his hands and with a very serious tone in his voice, he asked her to stand up.
Mel couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt like crying. Alexander looked like crying. It was all so wrong.
“Just…stand up, please,” she added with a much softer voice.