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(Laura)

Walter held his guitar and played softly with his fingers moving perfectly along the strings. I was looking at him passionately and Ella was enjoying the soft music. I could feel the lyrics pouring into my heart. I could feel it so vividly I was astonished by how perfect Walter's playing was.

"Ella, Mr. Wilson is in Toronto these days. You should meet with him someday soon. He came here and was asking about you." said Walter as he stopped playing.

"Oh! Mr. Wilson! Sounds great." She said happily.

Walter then said that he was tired and went off to sleep. Me and Ella decided to talk more as I wanted to ask her about her personal life. She remained quiet for a while as I observed her blank face.

"My life has always been awful and difficult you know." She sighed, looking out at the sky.

"Like?" I asked, trying to know more about her.

"The guy I married and fell in love with was a real monster and you know I never realized until he showed his real face. We fell in love in our high school years but, as a teen, I couldn't see anything around me but him. Despite my family's disapproval, I ran away with him and we got married. Our newly married life was as better as never but slowly he began to show his real side. He was a drug addict and had no business or job; he just used up all of my hard-earned money. He used to beat me everyday. He was a wolf in sheep's clothes. I had no escape except to run away. "

"I ran away and decided to live on my own. I got divorced from him and returned to my home. I was broken, Laura! Broken with a heart shattered into a million pieces! I tried to explain everything to Walter but he seemed to be the one least bothered by my situation! I don't trust the man!" She was sobbing, tears pouring down her soft cheeks and her eye lashes were soaked from tears.

I grabbed her hand gently and tried to console her. I never would have guessed that behind her smiling face was such a tragedy because even her own brother doesn't trust her. I felt bad for both and I knew that I was helpless. I knew Ella loving a man was something of an impossible feat.

"It's okay! Ella, look; you have me to always stand by your side. You can always count on me!" I tried to stop her from crying. She quickly tried to get herself back to normal and hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Laura! I wish you and Walter will always be happy!" She smiled through her drying tears, looking into my eyes.

"No problem!" I winked as she smiled. She then left for the night.

I was still gazing at the stars and trying to console myself. Such was difficult to do when my mind was wondering what the end of mine and Walter's relationship would be. Quietly, I muttered, "Does he even want me in his life? I don't know how much longer I can stand this! Someday everyone will know and after that......" I trailed off, not allowing myself to go there. Not yet.

***

I was looking for Walter to ask him about today's lunch. It was about 11:00 a.m. I had looked for him everywhere but he seemed to be gone but I saw the butler watering the plants.

"Butler?" I asked and he seemed a bit frightened as if I had given him an electric shock.

"Yes, mistress?" He bowed and then moved to another plant in the corner.

"Have you seen Walter?" I asked as if it was really killing me not seeing him home, especially on a Sunday.

"Mistress, he is in the library."

"What? The library? Never knew he was someone to be found in a library!" I chuckled as the butler stared at me. "Okay. Um, I'll go check on him."

I tried to move but the butler stepped in my way and calmly said,"No mistress, you cannot go there." He warned me as if Walter was down there to murder someone.

"And why so?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"No one is allowed to visit Master when he is in the library," he replied but I didn't care and sidestepped him to keep walking.

"Mistress, please! He will be outraged."

He tried to stop me again but I patted his shoulder,"Oh come on. He won't say anything. Now let me go!" I said, frustrated, and walked towards the library. When I got closer, I slowly walked on my tip toes and entered the big library. This was my second time being there.

I noticed Walter sitting in a plush chair with his head bowed. I couldn't see what he was reading but I moved nearer to him. "Ahem!" I coughed and he seemed to suddenly jolt to life. He quickly moved and hid the book behind his back.

"What the hell!" he shouted, looking flustered and red faced.

"Easy! I was just here to... Wait a minute, are you reading a book?" I asked, trying to see the book hid behind him.

"Why are you here? And yeah um...it's a book my friend suggested!" He started to mumble as if I was some kind of monster.

"I wanted to ask you about lunch. By the way, isn't it interesting that you are reading a romance book?" I smirked as I noticed his facial expressions changing.

"Are you kidding me? It's a-a-a mystery thriller! Are you out of your mind?!" he said loudly like he didn't like me talking.

"Chill! I was just joking," I laughed.

"It's better if you leave," he said, placing the book on a shelf and trying to move out of the library.

I didn't reply and quietly walked with him to the exit passage. The library was at the back of the ground floor and the passage leading to it also had two other locked doors through which I had never been through.

"Can I ask you something?" I said in a low tone.

"Sure."

"What is in that room; I always wonder." I asked and noticed his face turn pale and he looked as if someone had asked something horrible of him.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell," I murmured and noticed as he remained silent and stiff as a board. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He picked out his wallet from his jean pocket and opened it, taking out a little old key. Unlocking the door, he asked me to follow him and I obeyed silently. Entering the room, my eyes widened. It looked like I was in a whole other world.

The room was much bigger than others in the house. Filled to the brim with musical instruments covered with white cloths, it was the picture of awe. I could see all types of instruments there and my mouth was hanging wide open.

"How many times do I have to tell you to close your mouth, silly." He pinched my cheeks as I turned red.

"No bees here," I chuckled. I didn't know what to say because I didn't know why he called me in and what I was seeing looked like a dream land. All sorts of questions raised in my mind but Walter was also gazing around in the same fashion I was.

"Walter..?" Before I could say a word more he interrupted.

"I know you are going to ask me about this place and all. This place is special, Laura, very special."

"Special?" I asked, clarifying that I'd hear him right.

"Yeah. Special."

He moved towards a large picture hanging to our left. Walter slowly rubbed his hands on the picture, clearing the dust from it. The picture seemed a bit familiar but he was still silent and I didn't know what to say.

"She is my mother." he said quietly as his eyes filled with tears. He was trying to swallow them down as hard as he could.

"Oh! She is beautiful!" I remarked, still gazing at the beautiful woman in the picture.

"This is the first time someone besides me is seeing this room," he said while smiling.

"Me?" I said uncertainly.

"Yeah, genius." He smirked.

"Can I know what all this is? I mean, these instruments, all this, what is it?" I asked and this time he asked me to sit on a worn sofa in the corner.

As we both sat he started, "This place is dedicated to my mother. She loved playing music and that was her favorite hobby. She was perfect at playing both violin and guitar. My mother loved it so much that when I was a child she would play it every evening for me. She had other instruments too. But the violin was her favorite by far. My dad asked her to stop playing at one point and then slowly she listened and stopped playing. My heart ached every time my father would say hate filled words to her and being a jerk. I wanted to play for her but he broke every instrument and after she left all instruments were thrown away." He couldn't say anymore because he was now in tears.

"Walter, I am so sorry." Tears were falling from my eyes to. This was the first time he shared any memory with me from his past. I wanted to console him but I didn't because I knew he might not like it.

"Do you mind explaining what exactly happened to you? Walter, look I really want to know, please." I begged him.

For a moment he paused then spoke again, "Listen, my father was the most powerful man I ever knew and owner of James co-operation. He was a scandalous bastard. My father and mother's relationship started getting worse after it was found in the news that he was marrying another woman. My mother tried to speak with him and sort out their problems but it was of no use.........."

He took a deep breath then began explaining a moment I'd never expected to hear from him. "During one of their little talks, I had snuck out of bed and watched. My father had screamed, 'I love that woman!' as he started throwing glass at the wall.

"My mother couldn't bear it and cried, 'Think about our children, James! They will be destroyed! Don't do this to them! I beg you!'"

"And, the monster he was, shouted back, 'I don't care! I can't stay with a woman like you! You better leave and yes, Walter will always be here with me! You can take Ella with you if you must!' He had made his final decision. My mother had no choice but to leave me to that man whom she never trusted. My mother was leaving and she saw I was crying but she was helpless and Ella was holding my fingers, trying to stop me from crying."

"My mother left and she left me with the man whom I hated the most. He was a jerk and a fucking asshole. I hated him to the end. Ella was called to my mother and she also left me, leaving me alone. My father married that woman and decided to merge his company in the USA and decided to leave me with my father's close family friend. They both were related somehow and I was left with this woman who was a widow living with her only daughter. Mrs. Joseph was a kind woman but she was greedy. Every night I had to sleep alone frightened and scared, crying for my mother and Ella."

"I was alone the time when I most needed my mother and father and my sister but they weren't with me. I was in the darkness. I had no choice but to face the reality. I heard my aunt saying that my mother died from an illness a week ago. I cried and shouted for my mother but there was no one to console me but the darkness and the loneliness. I had no one to say kind words and I had to face all that myself. Ella used to visit our place once a year and when she used to come I felt relaxed that I had someone who cared about me but after a couple of years she never came back because she married someone and left a note telling our father such."

"I was admitted to a nearby school and Hannah was my only company but she was a disappointing irritating girl who always nagged me. Our neighbor, Mr. Wilson, was my father's best friend and he decided to take me with him to live. He and his wife were the finest people I had ever met and they cared for me as if I were their own son. They were the only ones to give me a parent's love but I was still in despair. When I was in middle school their first child was born and all of their love was directed to him. I decided to go back to my aunt and live with her then. Mr. Wilson did not stop caring for me and he cared for me the same as he did for Daniel. Still, I was locked deep inside and after many years my father came back. My aunt asked for the return of her favors and he transferred half of his property to her. Also I was dragged into the ordeal and destined to be betrothed to Hannah."

"'You have to work for the company! Leave the Air Force and come help me with my business!' My father had ordered me but I refused and, despite his continued asking, I kept declining. He died a year later and I had to take over his business but after that I left everyone and decided to live alone forever with my childhood partner Frank." He stopped.

All I could see was pain and sorrow filling his eyes. Tears were falling from his eyes in steady streams and his shoulders trembled.

I thought, 'Walter, the man who has never been moved, is crying and I couldn't see that he was in so much pain. Why? I was selfish, is why! I never saw the agony he has been through! The man who hated everyone, who seemed to be so strong, was the one who is most broken! Walter is more broken than Ella! He is more broken than me!'

"Laura, you know that everything I loved was taken away from me! My mother! My sister! My dreams! My dream to be in the Air Force!" He burst out sobbing. That pain and feeling that he had hidden was finally leaking out of his aching heart. He wanted to let out everything and just say it. I couldn't see him cry anymore because I loved him and seeing him cry made my own heart ache. I moved closer to him with my face near his. I gently placed my hands on his cheeks and looked deep into his eyes.

"It's okay, Walter it's okay!" I slowly massaged his face with my lean fingers. I slowly grabbed his arms, placing his head on my shoulders. Slowly, I began running my fingers through his thick hair.

Once he'd calmed a bit, I asked, "Remember what you said?" I smiled and his face was snug in my shoulder.

When he didn't answer, I took the liberty of doing so for him. "You can always count on me! There is one person whom you can trust and that's me." I said as we rubbed cheeks, his going red.

"Don't embarrass me now!" He was blushing as I could see him trying to hide his face back in my shoulder.

"Well Walter you shouldn't do this to Ella because she loves you. She has gone through the same pain as you did. Please give her a chance to let it explain it all to you." I mumbled as I looked at him. There was an awkward silence between us but now it seemed that he wasn't too happy about telling me all about himself.

"You can't stay with me forever, you will have to leave too. This relationship is temporary and I don't know if you are going to end up loving someone else or I end up with someone who is quite impossible. But still we can't be like this forever and after that, life will be the same as it was before any of this started." He sighed and looked around.

My heart ached listening to what he said mercilessly and a pain struck my heart. I couldn't just hear it and I didn't understand how easily he said those words. The truth was that he still had no feelings for me and my head was boiling like an active volcano about to blow it's top.

"You are right," I said in a low voice. After another moment I added, "Let's have lunch!" I tried to change the awkward silence and helped him get up.

"Sure," he hesitated. He got out quickly and locked the door.

"Thanks!" he said.

"For?" I asked.

"Listening to that stupid stuff!" he said coldly.

"Come on!" I laughed as we walked towards the dining hall.

***

Walter was watching TV late that evening and I was reading my medical books trying not to look at him.

"Laura!" he called, asking for me. "Sorry to tell you but Butler is not here making dinner tonight so if you could prepare a meal for us, if you are not busy, then that'd be great."

"I can," I replied as I knew how terrible I was at cooking.

I went to the kitchen and started to think about what to cook for dinner. I wanted to make something good and special and delicious.

I tapped my chin and thought, 'Let me guess; he likes vegetable rice and sauce.' I remembered him telling me when he used to visit the Cancer Society. I quickly dialed Jennie's number

"Hey!" I greeted cheerfully.

"Hey! What's up? Tomorrow is a hard-working day, I hope you're ready! Today I have night shift and you know that sucks!" she said in an upset voice and I remembered that tomorrow was really going to be a hard one.

"Yeah that sucks! But I need your help now."

"Like?" She chuckled .

"What's a recipe for vegetable rice and sauce?"

"Oh! That's for someone special, I see," she giggled and I laughed.

"Stop! Now please tell me! I am getting late!" I said, annoyed.

"Fine!" she snorted. As she told me and explained everything I started to cut the vegetables.

Hanging up the phone, I thought, 'Okay I can do this!'

I quickly started to cut the vegetables a bit faster, not paying any mind to where my fingers were placed, only wanting to finish. The next time the knife met the cutting board I hissed and pulled back my hands, dropping the knife with a clatter. On its way down, the edge had caught my index finger and left a nasty gash. Blood was already trailing down my finger and to my palm. Some dripped to the counter. My finger felt like it was throbbing and the sting left a dull ache.

I reached for a rag to wipe up some blood and wrap around my finger. "Shit! Whenever I try to do something good its always ends in vain!" I muttered.

I tried to put pressure on the cut to stop it from bleeding so badly but it was too deep. Wrapping the rag around my finger tightly, I reached for the knife and tried to keep chopping up vegetables.

Walter was standing there taking out a cup from the cupboard next to me. I tried to escape his glares and started to cut so he couldn't notice the blood. He quickly placed the glass on the shelf and came towards me. I wasn't looking at quickly cutting the vegetables and trying to control the pain. He suddenly grabbed my hand and noticed the blood seeping frequently.

"Are you an idiot?!" he grumbled, pressing my finger and holding my wrist tightly. He reached for a different rag since the first was already soaked through with blood.

"It's okay," I said in a low tone.

"I can't believe a doctor like you can be so careless." He was still holding my hands tightly, having re-wrapped my finger.

Letting go, he rushed towards his room and grabbed an aid box and carefully asked me to sit down on the sofa.

I winced when Walter pulled the rag from my finger. "It's just a little cut, ice man. I see more horrible things in my daily life!" I said to Walter who was gently bandaging my injured finger.

"I don't what to eat that meal filled with your dirty blood! Yuck!" he said, making a face and sticking his tongue out.

"Its my blood, not poison!" I remarked.

"You are no less than that!" He chuckled after he finished bandaging me up.

"What about dinner?" I asked.

"I will have to cook something since you are obviously incapable of doing so!" he folded his arms in anger.

"Really? You know how to cook?" I was on the brink of astonished.

"I am not kidding!" With that he left me sitting on the sofa. I could see him cutting the vegetables gently and he was much better than me. At least he didn't cut himself.

Walter slowly fried the vegetables and within an hour he was done with the cooking. My stomach was growling and the smell of his tasty food was swamping my senses. The table was decorated beautifully and Walter pushed the chair in for me as he served the dinner.

"Wow! How can you cook? I mean, that's really fascinating." I said, piling some rice onto my plate.

"Well, time teaches everything and besides, when I came to this house I had to cook for myself because Butler wasn't here."

"Delicious!" I said, taking a full spoon of rice in my mouth. Walter and I then both quietly ate the rest of dinner. As we ate, I was trying to remember when I, for the first time, met him in the hospital as my patient and how things had changed so smoothly.

***

(Walter; Third Person)

Walter was working on some files before attending a meeting with another company. He was lost in his thoughts because he had a fear. Something wasn't right. Opening up to Laura wasn't the best thing but, then again, he had no choice. Their 'relationship' wasn't going right because he knew that life would never be the same as it was then with her.

Someone was now on the phone and were trying to tell him something.

'Damn, I can't bear it! Why did I have to be good to her? She is ruining me and in the end it's going to be the same! Just like how my mother left me. I have to do something! This marriage cannot go any further! I better do something." He was shaking his head in disappointment.

"Walter?" A voice rose in his office as he saw Hannah peeking through the glass.

"Yes?"

"You look a bit worried," she said as she looked concerned.

"I am fine," he replied but something was wrong. There was something disturbing him. Something from the past was telling him that something was going to happen. Walter was still lost in his thoughts and didn't notice the grin spread on Hannah's face. She threw some pictures down on his desk.

"What the hell?!" he shouted, looking at the pictures intensely. He swallowed hard trying to take everything in.

"Never thought your wife would cheat on you with another man? Right? Guess who is it?" She smiled wickedly as he dropped the photos and his mind was feeling dizzy.

"Laura!" He was now more worried. "This can't be true!"

Okay I kinda love and love this chapter and I really feel like that this chap gives the real feeling and I really I tried my best to explain you guys why is Walter like that!
This is his history and his pain!
I hope you guys got to know why is he so cold.... And also Laura's character has improved!!

Many people were asking about Walter's past and all so I hope this helped!!
There is a cliffhanger (ps: no A/N ON this! )
Some people saying Walter has changed suddenly he should be little cold so I guess he is pretty much the same right? ??

Happy reading!!​