Roses and Thorns
I Don't Understand. (44th Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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I notice his watery eyes, and I quickly dart my face from looking at him. I can’t bare seeing him cry, because I know that I will weaken and jump into his arms. “(He stutters in a crying tone, making me shatter from existence) Y-you don’t love me anymore...?” If I tell him the truth, he will call off the wedding and we would be on a plane to god knows where, kissing the life out of each other from the exploding passion we share… no Janelle; lie to him to save his future.
I can’t say it, because it burns me like acid to admit this lie, so I nod slowly; allowing my tears to brew my cheeks by their liquid path line. “(He sniffles his nose, as he attempts to tilt my chin to look at him, but I manage to speak) Do-don’t… Just go live your life. Perrie loves you… just stop trying to make me love you. you already have someone wanting a future with you in the room across the hall…”
“(He coos as tears fall down his breaking voice) Elle, please just let me kiss you for the last time… I don’t care if you don’t love me, just please… (He cries deeper with a manly whimper).” I turn my face slowly towards him, and that’s when his face guts me. His eyes are red, his tears keep escalading on his nose; reaching his lips to moist the dry area from complete sadness.
He places his hand on my left cheek soothing it like he’s afraid to break it, like a priceless antique figurine. His lips brush mine lightly, then they meet my pair fully. I savor this final action, letting out all of the love I have for him; out of my being. This is it; it’s finally over. He’s future is safe, I keep reminding myself, as I taste his salty lips on mine.
He departs his lips from mine to breathe, while I wipe his tear strands off of his right cheek. “(I choke on my crying breath, stuttering my words) I-I better start packing… if anyone asks, just p-please Zayn… tell them I had an emergency call from work…” He doesn’t respond, as our eyes stare at each other for the last time. “I’m not going to stop the wedding… not for the baby, but because you want this.” With his words released, he walks in depressed stumbles out of my room, and out of my life forever.
I push my head on the mattress area, where he sat seconds ago; crying with a huge voice. I care less about my life, all I care is for him. The only thing I am satisfied with now, is that I kept everything going. I keep blaming myself for all of this, because its my complete fault. But now?
My conscience is clear; I placed the puzzle pieces back to each other. Now the picture is perfect, with me out of it. Everyone will live so happily, their lives will evolve with complete piece and serenity. As for me, I don’t care what will happen. But I know something for sure… I will never be able to love anyone like I still love him. Bye Zayn…
…Two Days Later…
“I don’t understand. Why would you want to leave? Janelle, tell me honestly; did anyone bother you at work? Did anyone of the employees say or do something negative against you? You are the editor and chief of this publishing house, and your work is completely flawless.” My boss argues with me with complete concern, but I stay silent; keeping my leg crossed over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/tempting_nerd/set?id=120361220&lid=3453986).
“Mr. Ronald let me assure you, that I wouldn’t be happier than to work here. You know how much I like being in these four walls with the rest. I swear, that I would never be able to find a better head master than you. You’ve been so kind with me, and I can never repay you for any of this."
Janelle's POV:
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I notice his watery eyes, and I quickly dart my face from looking at him. I can’t bare seeing him cry, because I know that I will weaken and jump into his arms. “(He stutters in a crying tone, making me shatter from existence) Y-you don’t love me anymore...?” If I tell him the truth, he will call off the wedding and we would be on a plane to god knows where, kissing the life out of each other from the exploding passion we share… no Janelle; lie to him to save his future.
I can’t say it, because it burns me like acid to admit this lie, so I nod slowly; allowing my tears to brew my cheeks by their liquid path line. “(He sniffles his nose, as he attempts to tilt my chin to look at him, but I manage to speak) Do-don’t… Just go live your life. Perrie loves you… just stop trying to make me love you. you already have someone wanting a future with you in the room across the hall…”
“(He coos as tears fall down his breaking voice) Elle, please just let me kiss you for the last time… I don’t care if you don’t love me, just please… (He cries deeper with a manly whimper).” I turn my face slowly towards him, and that’s when his face guts me. His eyes are red, his tears keep escalading on his nose; reaching his lips to moist the dry area from complete sadness.
He places his hand on my left cheek soothing it like he’s afraid to break it, like a priceless antique figurine. His lips brush mine lightly, then they meet my pair fully. I savor this final action, letting out all of the love I have for him; out of my being. This is it; it’s finally over. He’s future is safe, I keep reminding myself, as I taste his salty lips on mine.
He departs his lips from mine to breathe, while I wipe his tear strands off of his right cheek. “(I choke on my crying breath, stuttering my words) I-I better start packing… if anyone asks, just p-please Zayn… tell them I had an emergency call from work…” He doesn’t respond, as our eyes stare at each other for the last time. “I’m not going to stop the wedding… not for the baby, but because you want this.” With his words released, he walks in depressed stumbles out of my room, and out of my life forever.
I push my head on the mattress area, where he sat seconds ago; crying with a huge voice. I care less about my life, all I care is for him. The only thing I am satisfied with now, is that I kept everything going. I keep blaming myself for all of this, because its my complete fault. But now?
My conscience is clear; I placed the puzzle pieces back to each other. Now the picture is perfect, with me out of it. Everyone will live so happily, their lives will evolve with complete piece and serenity. As for me, I don’t care what will happen. But I know something for sure… I will never be able to love anyone like I still love him. Bye Zayn…
…Two Days Later…
“I don’t understand. Why would you want to leave? Janelle, tell me honestly; did anyone bother you at work? Did anyone of the employees say or do something negative against you? You are the editor and chief of this publishing house, and your work is completely flawless.” My boss argues with me with complete concern, but I stay silent; keeping my leg crossed over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/tempting_nerd/set?id=120361220&lid=3453986).
“Mr. Ronald let me assure you, that I wouldn’t be happier than to work here. You know how much I like being in these four walls with the rest. I swear, that I would never be able to find a better head master than you. You’ve been so kind with me, and I can never repay you for any of this."
Notes
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the funny part is that my name is Serenity
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11/22/14