Brahms' POV:

A few minutes later, I hear Y/n snoring. Since she had fallen asleep, I decided to make my way back into the walls. Y/n was getting her rest and it was time I get some for myself. It was a lot easier for me to leave her side since she had moved all the way to the opposite side of the bed. I don't blame her for wanting to be away from me after the awkwardness that took place earlier.

When leaving the room, my footsteps were as light as a feather — not that I was afraid of waking her. The alcohol she consumed last night had served as a sedative and would keep her in a deep sleep for quite awhile.

After gently closing the door behind me, I release the tension on my tired muscles with a good stretch. Elongating my arms out with my hands in fists. I politely and sleepily yawn while my joints crack with the motion then, I head downstairs, into the walls, and then finally, to my bed. I collapse backwards onto the cold, firm mattress — landing with a hard thump. Though I would much rather prefer sleeping next to Y/n, I know I can't. Not after what happened. I can't stop thinking about the look on her face when I rejected her kiss. The confusion and hurt she must've felt.

The moment her lips came in contact with the mask, I was reminded of that one incident with Greta. It was the first time someone, other than my mother, had "kissed" me and well, I got stabbed for it. I'll have to explain this to Y/n later because right now, what I really need is to put my body and mind to rest.

Your POV:

Before waking up, my brain replays the last few scenes of my dreams. It was of me and Brahms. We were laying in bed together. And...we had kissed. At least, I think we did? The details are still a little fuzzy to me. As I sat up on the bed, I was rudely awakened by a throbbing pain from my forehead. It was a migraine, which helped me remember of last night's self-intoxication.

Feeling groggy, I decide to skip taking a shower and head right downstairs. I wander around the house; to the kitchen, living area, fireplace room, library room. As if I were looking for something. Or perhaps, someone. Where was Brahms?

For awhile, I debated whether to look for him in the walls. Since, I'd most likely find him in his lair. Unless, he's out hunting for food. As I stood there thinking, I feel my lower abdomen tighten. It's a sharp pain, as if something was poking the insides of my stomach with a knife. I recognize it immediately. This isn't just a stomachache from the alcohol but, cramps. I take out my phone to check the date. May 15th. If it's what I think it is, it's a little early. It looks like I might not be able to skip that shower.

I quickly head back upstairs and bring my toiletries to the bathroom. Pulling my pants down and taking a seat on the toilet, I check my panties. A dark reddish brown stains the fabric.

" Dammit," I say to myself, knowing that all I had brought were some panty liners. Knowing my usual period flow, I know that if I use a panty liner, in just an hour, it'll leak through. I continue sitting on the toilet, thinking about the choices I have. My eyes look over towards the toilet paper...No, that won't do. I'm gonna have to go get some pads for myself. And now that Brahms had turned the wifi router back on, I can call for a taxi. Brahms won't like that but, I have no other choice. What else could I do? Sit on the toilet all day? Hopefully he'll understand.

Approaching the entrance of the door, I call out to him.

" Brahms!" I try to yell. My voice doesn't really project so I try again, " Brahms, are you there? Can you hear me?"

I get no answer. Still, I yell out just in case he does hear me and just chose not to respond, " I'm gonna be right back. I- uh, need to get something important. It'll be quick."

...

About 20 minutes later, the taxi arrives and there's still no sign of Brahms.

" Ok, I'm leaving now!" I shout as I exit the front door.

As I walk towards the vehicle, the taxi driver steps out to open the door for me.

" Good morning," the taxi driver greets me.

Seeing the man felt, weirdly refreshing. It had taken me aback since it feels like forever since I've come across another human, other than Brahms.

I get inside the car and he gets back into the driver's seat, " Where to?" he asks.

I turn my head towards the mansion and then back at the man. I could end everything for Brahms right here. I can get in this taxi, go to the police and tell them all that's happened.

" Miss, where do you need to go?" The man asks, annoyed.

Instead of the police station, I tell him to bring me to the nearest supermarket.

On the ride there, I got to see more parts of the town. The place where Brahms had lived in but, never got to see for himself. French architecture, small shops, & classic cars. No wonder why there were no modern technology or appliances in the Heelshire mansion. They like to keep it old fashioned here. A few more miles out and I could tell we were getting into the more touristy areas. I saw some clothing stores and restaurants that I would be able to find in the states. And my goodness, there were so many people here. Groups of friends, families, & couples, all walking around...freely.

The taxi driver drops me off at a supermarket. Upon entering, I happen to see a police officer. He was talking to one of the cashiers. They only chat for a brief second before the cashier returns to his register. Suddenly, a voice in the back of my mind tells me to go up to him. I do, and he immediately offers his assistance, " What can I do for you?"

My mouth is open but no words come out.

The cop leans in, " Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"

" I-," I spoke up, " I need..."

Help.

"...A shopping cart!" I exclaim as I point behind him.

He turns around and sees that he's blocking a lone, empty shopping cart someone else might've left there, " Oh, my bad," he apologizes, " Was this yours? Let me step out of your way."

" Thank you," I say as I walk away with the cart, shaking my head at myself for even thinking about turning on Brahms like that.

As I walk through the many isle's, I begin to get overwhelmed by how much stuff there was. But, I can always look around more later, now is no time to get side-tracked. Reading the large signs, I manage to find the feminine hygiene section. I grab bulks of pads and toss them into the cart. While I'm here I might as well buy groceries. I speed through all the isle's. Grabbing fresh produce, meats, snacks, new clothes, soap, water, etc.. This place had everything you could ever need.

When I get back to the mansion, the taxi driver asks me if I need any help getting the groceries inside. Not knowing if Brahms was out from the walls or not, I decline. I had to take multiple trips getting all the bags in. Brahms was still nowhere in sight. I guess he was probably asleep that whole time. I left everything on the kitchen table, except for a pack of pads, which I take with me as I go upstairs. As I approach closer to the top, I hear the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut. I pick up my pace and stop once I reach the hallway, where I see Brahms. He passes from room to room, looking in complete disarray. He's so frantic that he doesn't even notice me standing there.

" Brahms?" I call worriedly.

Upon hearing my voice he almost breaks his neck as he turns towards my direction. His hair was disheveled and shirt untucked. At the sight of me, he comes rushing over. His strides are long and quick and in the matter of seconds he's there in front of me.

" Where did you go?!" He asks, voice loud and trembly, " Did you try and run away?"

" No, I-."

He cuts me off, " Is this because of last night?"

My eyes widened and my brows furrowed, " What happened last night?"

" You got really drunk and you tried to kiss me," he explains, " You don't remember?"

So, it wasn't just a dream. It actually happened.

" We kissed?" I asked.

" Sort of," He says, " Anyways, if you didn't leave because of that, what happened?"

" I was...Um..." I try to explain.

" What is it, Y/n? You can tell me."

" I was bleeding so I—."

" Bleeding?" Brahms returns back to his panicked state, " Where?" He asks, examining my body, " Are you okay? Did you accidentally hurt yourself?"

Seeing Brahms getting all worked up at the thought of me getting hurt makes me glad I hadn't said anything to the taxi driver or the policeman. He wasn't like the ticking time bomb from when I first arrived. I think he genuinely cares about me.

" Brahms, no," I try to calm him down, " Nothing like that."

" Then what?"

I look towards the ground and then back up at him. Lifting my arm to show him the pads. He takes it from me, examining the pack.

" I don't know what this is," he tells me.

I take the pads back from him, " I'm on my period, Brahms."

" Period?" He repeats, and then his eyes widen as if it's finally clicked with him, " You're... menstruating?"

I nod.

" I remember reading about the menstrual cycle from a one of my books."

" So you understand why I had to leave, right?"

Surprisingly he nods, " I'm just glad you're okay," he says, " And, I can't believe you came back."

Me either.

" I really thought you were gone," Brahms' voice became unsteady and breathy, " I left you to sleep for a bit and then when I woke up, I had this weird feeling. I just needed to check up on you. And, when I did. I saw you weren't in bed and...I freaked out."

It perplexed me how he wasn't angry at me for leaving. Only upset that I didn't tell him first and worried that something had happened to me. This shocked me because Brahms did have quite the temper. But, lately, we have been spending a lot of time together. Perhaps that's why he was showing me this vulnerable side to him.

" I'm sorry," I apologize, " I should've left a note or something."

Brahms nods.

" And, about last night...It's kind of a blur. What happened? You said we "sort of" kissed?" I asked.

" I'll tell you about it later, you should probably go take care of..." He stares down at the pads in my hand.

" Right, yeah," I say, " I'm gonna take a shower and then, I'll meet you downstairs."

As I turn to leave, Brahms grabs my other hand to stop me.

" One last thing," he says, " I just wanna let you know that I—," he pauses, " —I'm really glad you came back."

I look down at our hands and then back into his green eyes, giving him a small but, sincere smile, " Me too."