that didn’t help either. She started to get up out of bed when she heard a large thump from upstairs and then it was quiet, finally. She assumed that he had finally dropped onto his bed and went to sleep. After a few more minutes of cursing him under her breath she finally went to sleep.
Of course there were dreams. Dreams of being in that great big house all alone. She had never felt emptier inside, and she felt as if she were going to go insane. She ran through the house crying his name, “Brendan? Brendan, please answer me!” He wouldn’t answer her though, he was gone.
When Drew awoke the next morning she had made up her mind that it was time for that talk with Liza and to apologize to Brendan for being so stupid. She knew that it was just jealousy that had made her turn on him like that.
Her first stop was Liza’s room. When she came to the door though it was open and there was no sign of Liza. She went to the front room and looked out of the broken window and saw that Liza’s truck was gone.
“Fine!” Drew said out loud. “You could have at least come to tell me that you were leaving.”
Since she couldn’t talk with Liza she figured she may as well go ahead and face the music with Brendan. First she was going to go and make some coffee. If she was going to confront the man she was going to need a shot of caffeine and a clear mind.
Drew kind of figured that Brendan would have heard her rustling around down stairs and would have joined her by now but he didn’t. Once she finished her coffee and ate a piece of toast she set off to find him.
“Brendan?” She called up the stairs, “Brendan, can we talk please?”
No answer.
“Great.” She said out loud. “He gets a new body and he is going to use it to sleep all of the time.”
She stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment hesitating. Should she go up there anyway? He had taken her up there the night before. She assumed that was her ok to go. Besides, he had told her that she was welcome to use the library so, why not.
As she headed up the steps she remember the first time that she had attempted to climb them. The cold air had snapped at her and her whole world had changed after hearing his voice for the first time. She walked past the first room and it gave her the chills. Just knowing that someone had died in that very room was unsettling.
When she came to his bedroom door she found it closed. Drew knocked on the door then cleared her throat when there was no answer. “Brendan?” There was still no answer. “Brendan, I’m coming in, we need to talk.”
After waiting another moment to give him one last chance to tell her to get lost she opened the door slowly and stuck her head in. There was no one there. She opened the door further and stepped in to get a better look. The mirror was still turned around she noticed. There was no sign of Brendan.
“He must be downstairs.” She said to herself but something inside told her that she wasn’t going to find him there either.
Drew spent an entire hour searching the house for him. She searched the kitchen and the dining room, she searched the servant’s rooms and the ballroom, she searched every bedroom and bathroom and both sitting rooms, there were no signs of Brendan what so ever.
After calling his name for what seemed to be a million times she remembered her dream from the night before and sat down on the couch and cried. She had been right, last night had been her only chance, and she regretted not taking it. Even if it would have made today ten times harder, she wished that she could have had that one night at least. So, he was gone. He was really gone.
The day went by so slowly. She cried most of it and then had given that up for a soak in the bath. She went up to his room one last time, just to look around and to smell his scent that still lingered in the air, then went to bed and cried herself to sleep.
Brendan wished so much that he could hold her. It was killing him to hurt