Forbidden Love
Fight Back? (17th Chapter)
…At Midnight…
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Evelyn's POV:
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Harry has arrived an hour ago, but he never showed how sad or hurt he was. I could feel that he is acting as if nothing happened, but that’s connected to the fact that his father is here now. But not for long, since Desmond will be leaving in any minute from now. Harry didn’t talk to me, or even eye me with the corner of his eye. It was as if I turned to one of the sculptures that accessorise this mansion.
He channeled his entire focus on his father, giving him his good wishes and farewells.“If you need anything, just give me a call. Take care of yourself, darling. I promise I won’t be late to come back.” I hug my own husband, rubbing his back smoothly with care. My eye caught Harry sneaking a look at our position, and I swear I saw his eyes wincing from the action.
Two of the house butlers carried Desmond’s suitcases, while he guided them to the car outside. I stood by the large door, waving my hand at him, giving him a good luck smile. “(He spits in rude sarcasm) Oh yes, wave at him like you actually love him. Bravo, Evelyn. You deserve an Oscar, really.” My body flinches at Harry’s voice, making me turn around and march up the stairs to my bedroom.
“(He scoffs in challenge) Oh, so you’re running away, aren’t you? Scared to fight back?” His words have this uncontrollable ability to burn my flesh, but I keep my determination on being silent. I open the door, sliding inside and shutting it harshly. I cover my face with both my hands, closing my eyes to be able to catch my lost breath of confidence. How could he accuse me of acting? I really care about Desmond; he is my husband after all.
My mind speaks to me: “You care for him but you don’t love him.” I sigh, knowing that I actually don’t. I mean, how am I supposed to love Desmond? I could never thank him enough for his entire well being with me so far, but still my heart doesn’t beat faster when he’s around. My eyes don’t daze in his, admiring him in warmth. My body never twitches when we hug or touch…At least that’s what I know about being in love.
That’s how people should feel when their heart match is around, will I ever get the chance to feel all of this someday? Wait, haven’t I already been through all of these emotions? These feelings are identical to the ones I get when I’m with… Harry!? No it can’t be right, this is just a mixture of confusion and tension, nothing more. I can’t be in love with Harry, it is forbidden; it isn’t true.
I clean my face from the makeup, then change into my sleepwear; diving into the large mattress to sleep off my mind battle. I am sure that when I wakeup tomorrow, non of the thoughts I have right now will exist. Today was just a wreck of unfortunate events, and all I need is to rest. I begin to close my eyes, sinking through the sleep I desire. If I stop myself from overthinking, then I will be able to focus on my mother’s plan.
Once I begin to feel my breathing stabilising, a tiny voice alerts my ears. I brush it off, not caring what it is, but again the same voice appears. I open my eyes and catch my breath, waiting for it to reappear. A light knock echoes from the outside of my door, making me jolt up to open. Once I open the door, I start to wish that I never did in the first place.
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Evelyn's POV:
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Harry has arrived an hour ago, but he never showed how sad or hurt he was. I could feel that he is acting as if nothing happened, but that’s connected to the fact that his father is here now. But not for long, since Desmond will be leaving in any minute from now. Harry didn’t talk to me, or even eye me with the corner of his eye. It was as if I turned to one of the sculptures that accessorise this mansion.
He channeled his entire focus on his father, giving him his good wishes and farewells.“If you need anything, just give me a call. Take care of yourself, darling. I promise I won’t be late to come back.” I hug my own husband, rubbing his back smoothly with care. My eye caught Harry sneaking a look at our position, and I swear I saw his eyes wincing from the action.
Two of the house butlers carried Desmond’s suitcases, while he guided them to the car outside. I stood by the large door, waving my hand at him, giving him a good luck smile. “(He spits in rude sarcasm) Oh yes, wave at him like you actually love him. Bravo, Evelyn. You deserve an Oscar, really.” My body flinches at Harry’s voice, making me turn around and march up the stairs to my bedroom.
“(He scoffs in challenge) Oh, so you’re running away, aren’t you? Scared to fight back?” His words have this uncontrollable ability to burn my flesh, but I keep my determination on being silent. I open the door, sliding inside and shutting it harshly. I cover my face with both my hands, closing my eyes to be able to catch my lost breath of confidence. How could he accuse me of acting? I really care about Desmond; he is my husband after all.
My mind speaks to me: “You care for him but you don’t love him.” I sigh, knowing that I actually don’t. I mean, how am I supposed to love Desmond? I could never thank him enough for his entire well being with me so far, but still my heart doesn’t beat faster when he’s around. My eyes don’t daze in his, admiring him in warmth. My body never twitches when we hug or touch…At least that’s what I know about being in love.
That’s how people should feel when their heart match is around, will I ever get the chance to feel all of this someday? Wait, haven’t I already been through all of these emotions? These feelings are identical to the ones I get when I’m with… Harry!? No it can’t be right, this is just a mixture of confusion and tension, nothing more. I can’t be in love with Harry, it is forbidden; it isn’t true.
I clean my face from the makeup, then change into my sleepwear; diving into the large mattress to sleep off my mind battle. I am sure that when I wakeup tomorrow, non of the thoughts I have right now will exist. Today was just a wreck of unfortunate events, and all I need is to rest. I begin to close my eyes, sinking through the sleep I desire. If I stop myself from overthinking, then I will be able to focus on my mother’s plan.
Once I begin to feel my breathing stabilising, a tiny voice alerts my ears. I brush it off, not caring what it is, but again the same voice appears. I open my eyes and catch my breath, waiting for it to reappear. A light knock echoes from the outside of my door, making me jolt up to open. Once I open the door, I start to wish that I never did in the first place.
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3/29/15