Lacrimosa (3)

(note: lacrimosa (latin) is the same with lachrymose (english) nyahahahahahaha)
(a very unclear story, but whatever. this is a base for my current story. things will get clear starting the next ch.)
I walked back into the room, with Albert walking behind me. He closed the door quietly and then he smiled to me.
"Please," he said. "For the rest of the day, enjoy yourself."
I took off my shoes and and got into the bathroom. He followed me and stood behind me.
"I think I'll go buy a few things," he said as I saw myself in the mirror. "Do you mind if you stay here and wait for me?"
I saw the reflection of myself nodded. He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then he walked away. I could hear the door clicked a few seconds later.
I turned the tap and water gushed out. I quickly put my hands under it, and the water wet my hand. I turned off the tap again, then I walked out of the bathroom.
I looked around the room. It looked really friendly - the wooden furniture looked fine and safe, although there were only two beds with white cover and two chairs and a table. The iris mantle was gone - now it was a vase of red evensong and some purple sugarplums.
No technology in this room.
The evening sun got into the room, shining on the flowers. I pulled one of the chairs and sat down, then I noticed a set of keys on the table.
I looked at them for a while. There were five of them, all have a similiar shape. I took them and walked to the door.
The door stood in front of me - cold, arrogant. I could tell it was mahogany from the texture. There was a golden door handle and a keyhole below it. I inserted a ket and turned it left.
CLICK
I smiled and opened the door. Wind blew away some autumn leaves, and the sun was really bright. There was a bulldog sleeping near the house and its puppy sleeping next to it.
Suddenly some birds flew away and I turned to the place they flew away from. I saw a black Bugatti was parking there, then I smiled.
•••
"Do you like this place?"
I nodded as I put down my fork. Albert poured some red wine into a wine glass in front of me, then he sat on his chair and poured some for himself.
"Good, then," he said as he sipped his wine. He lifted his glass, then he smiled.
"Cheers," he said. "For my master."

Lacrimosa (2)

The evening wind blew, sweeping away the autumn leaves. The sunset coloured the sky, painting it with red and orange.
I walked along the rock pavement on the hill. There were trees on my sides, from the Cicas genus. There were a few birds flying above me.
Suddenly my hat was blown by the wind. I ran to get it, but it flew faster than my steps.
And it went dark.
•••
I struggled to open my eyes and the sunlight quickly pierced into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
"Morning, my lady..."
I quickly turned my head and saw the silhouette of a man. he was holding a mug with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a black suit and a red tie.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
I didn't answer as I could hear he walked up to me. He sat down next to me and touched my leg, which was covered by a white blanket. He touched my hair and smiled.
"Looks like you did," he said as he stood up. "That's good."
He smiled to me, then he opened the door and walked out.
"I'll be back by lunch," he said. "Then I'll stay here until the day ends..."
He then closed the door carefully from outside.
CLICK
•••
Water rained over me as I sat on the cold marble floor. The water was cold but I didn't care. I stood up and turned off the faucet, then I walked out of the shower booth and wore a white bathrobe hung behind the door.
I opened the door and stepped out, and I could feel my feet touched a soft material. I found myself in a big room painted in yellow, and sunlight got in trough a round window. There was a table made of rosewood below the table, with a vase full with blue irises.
"My lady..."
I turned back and noticed Albert was closing the door. He was holding some shopping bags, then he put down the bags and smiled to me.
"Sorry, I took so long," he said. "I bouht some things for you."
He took out something from a bag, then I could clearly saw it - a red coat with floral ornaments.
"I bought this, but I can buy another one for you if you don't like it," he said. "What do you think?"
I walked to him, then I took the coat and smiled.
"It's pretty," I said. "Thanks..."
"It's yours, then," he said. He then smiled and messed my hair.
"Let's go cut your hair," he said. "it's a bit messy..."
•••
The young hairdresser combed my hair with a black comb. She them smiled and walked away.
Albert walked to me as he clapped his hands. He smiled and leaned down next to me.
"Great," she said. "You look great."
I stood up from the blue stool, then he touched my hair.
"Shall we leave?"

Lacrimosa (1)

I was sitting on a green park bench when a bird landed next to me. It looked at me for a while, then it flew away.
The street in front of me was empty as the sun sets. The street lamps which were lined up behind me turned on automatically, reflecting my shadow to the pavement. There was nothing but trees and street lamps on the other side, and there was nothing behind me, either.
Suddenly I could hear something like an engine. I turned to the sound source and saw a black Bugatti Veyron heading towards me. I stood up and touched my hair as it stopped in front of me.
The door flew open and a man walked out. He had blonde hair and was wearing a black suit. He was handsome in a dark way. He pulled down his black jacket he was wearing to tidy it up.
"Come, my lady..." he said. "Your wish is my command..."
I smiled as I walked to him and got in.. He opened the door on the other side and sat down next to me.
•••
He drove me to a dark street of the town. He stopped in front of a black door and turned off the headlights. He then opened the door and walked out of the car. He walked to my door and opened it, then he smiled and gave out his hand. I took his hand and got out of the car. He held my hand tight as we walked to the door.
"Come," I said as I pulled him and walked to the door. He followed me and looked at the door.
I opened the door and saw an old man with white hair. He had a bowl of chips in his lap and a brown pipe in his mouth.
"Father," I said. "This is Albert."
The man looked at me for a while, then he turned to the man standing next to me.
"You..." he said. "What's your name again..."
"Albert, sir," he said. "Albert Pruss..."
He stood up and rubbed his eyes as he faintly walked to him. He then stopped and looked at him from head to toe.
"Hm..." he said. "You've finally brought home someone decent..."
I smiled and looked at him. My father has been rejecting every man I brought home.
"But..."
I froze. he looked at him for a while, then he rubbed his head.
"What's your name again?"
"Albert Pruss, sir."
He looked at me for a while, then he looked back at Albert.
"Did we ever meet somewhere?"
"No, sir."
He looked at him again for a while, then he sighed and looked away.
"No, I know you."
He looked at me sadly, then he gave us a sign to go away.. I sighed and took his hand, then we left.
•••
"I'm sorry..."
"No, that's alright," he said. "Don't mind about it..."
I looked at him, but then he was smiling. He took my hand firmly and leaned down to me.
"I know," he said. "Let's go somewhere interesting."