Carrying boxes are much easier when you have a front support down the stairs. Rachel constantly guides him through it.
Well mainly cause box was huge enough to block his vision.
After actually carrying it back to stage , Alphonse had taken charge , shooing them with a " I got this , go away "
For as dramatic as he is , Alphonse seems like a rather decent senior.
Nathan wonders briefly if he should go to him for the lost skeleton parts. But decides against it. Why is he even invested in the first place ? Not his territory.
He glances outside the window to his left . Practice ground lie still before that . Morning practice resurfaces into memory.
Coaches words earlier from then " I understand your frustration. But there's no proofe my boy . I know you can do better. You have it in you ."
Does he ?
Coach is a lenient person . His son alex not joining sport may be tej only failure he has in life . He doesn't really pressure the students unless there's an actual match .
The next match is close by . Enough that they really need to practice. But then again midterm are soon . He is feeling so annoyed , that's Soon enough for him .
Then there's Carter and Rachel. Two childhood friend of opposite poles .
One research paper has to be made on these two . One academic nerd another theatre.
Nathan's theory analysis breaks by a dramatic music suddenly wailing up the stage ,
spreading ith a boom .
He looks up , that sounds like a ending act or something.
A face flashes across the stage.
It's Carter!
What's he doing here ?
Nathan takes a few steps towards the stage , the view swams into vision . Rachael tailing behind. By her looks she noticed carter too .
" He was supposed to be in class ? What's he doing here ? " He accused her .
Rachael nods" it's a fantasy drama . He likes them "
" That nerd ? "
Rachel smiles " yes . I used read him all the fantasy books . He likes them planty now " .
Nathan stares at Rachel's back at the comment. Must be really nice to have a friend lien that . To share intrest with. To read stories to . To go watch movies .
He almost curses . Carter probably tutors Rachel too .
He gulps it down . Not the place . No more punishment. Almost remind his own vows from earlier.
Back at the stage , detective tsnads brooding at the corner.
He observes him talking with another man , less brooding, much younger , seemingly lamenting to him . Perhaps about the lord's demise .
Shadow falls the detective. As curtains dip below a bit .
Dim lights on the other side lit up . Lady love looks won out slightly.
Good make up he notes . She is holding a box . Fingers brushing in absolute admiration. Tears pricking her eyes .
The previous servant appears by the door way , seemingly exiting . He announced the remnant language of the lord has arrived backabyo the lady .
Soon enough the lady slowly puts out all the items on the floor as she sits by a piller of the castle .
Each significant to the lord . A half won photograph , with bloodied letter is quitely tucked in between somewhere. A new sobbing sound comes out of her .
Nathan stares . Lord really is dead . Historical romance don't really have happy ending.
Something slips into the light from shadows .
It's the ghost of the lord. He skil paler, eye make up sunken , indicating his dead status .
He dances around her a bit like mad hatter a bit before slowing down . His hand reaching to wipe away a single year rolling down lady love's cheek but just like before it never gets there.
Nathan heart beats too fast in his chest.
The lord has the same position as the one Rachel gave demo of. Same posture same hand angle same solemn eyes .
He exhales one deep breath as he sees it . Lord's eyes are filled with tear . True....but they aren't red rimmed like Rachel's. Hastily he glances at Rachel beside him .
Her eyes a bit down cast . She doesn't sniffle. But he notices her eyes still staring still at the stage , at the lord's ghost . Eyes looking a bit teary , pinkish rim showing from emotion .