Forbidden Love
I Would. (43rd Chapter)
… A Month Later…
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Evelyn's POV:
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It’s been a month, but I still remember everything like it was just the occurrence of yesterday. I wouldn’t lie or point my accusing finger at anyone, because I am the one responsible for where I am right now. The happiest moment in my life, was when I took my first footsteps as a child. I remember my mother guiding me with her hand so I could walk properly. It was the most cheerful time, if only I could turn back time.
I would tell myself to stop learning how to walk, because the future doesn’t include that anymore. Instead of using god’s gift of my physical ability to walk, I am now assisted with four wheels. I don’t even get to push them on my own, its either Annette or my mother that stroll the wheel chair for my sake. The dreams of my escaping and finding my own way in life, have shattered with my disability to walk.
“Honey, how about we don’t use the hair straightener for today? I really miss how your bangs used to look on you.” I shake my head at my mother’s opinion, just like I do every single day. “(I whisper calmly) He used to like it straightened, so it has to be at all times. (I feel the a tear drop falling over my right cheek, as I proceed) Maybe he would show up someday, even if by mistake. I want him to see me just the way he likes…”
My mother doesn’t respond, once I am done; all she does is rub my shoulder kindly. “(She smiles at our reflection in the mirror) If you like it straight, then straight it shall be. As long as it makes you happy, Evey.” I shake my head slowly, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Mom, please don’t call me that. Evelyn will be fine.” It’s not the first time that I tell my mother about that nickname, but I don’t blame her for saying it unintentionally.
The nickname itself doesn’t bother me at all; in fact it actually makes me feel adored. But the reason why I don’t want to hear it anymore, is because it doesn’t satisfy my ears; like the only person used to when he spelled it. I have been trying hard to force myself to stop thinking about him, but how could I when he was the only artist in my white-spread life? He has taught me the greatest lesson that anyone could ever learn in life: To love, and be loved in return.
But what’s the use if I don’t have him to share it with? I don’t even see any possible chance to move on with my life. Not only because I have disabled legs, but also since nobody could be compared to him. I loved him for his playfulness, I loved him for his short temper, I loved him for his insecurity, and I still love him even when I am sure that he hates me now.
“There, that’s my little princess. (She smiles, as she places the hair iron on the counter) How about we go out to the garden? Get some fresh air together? Sounds good, honey?” I bob my head, since the outdoors mean a lot to me right now. Even though I know that I am prisoned in this steel chair, the sense of being outside makes me imagine how my life would be; I would indulge the creations of god’s nature to cleanse my tortured soul.
“You’re going to be alright, Evelyn. The doctor has noticed quite the improvement in your healing. (She smiles sympathetically) He even mentioned that you now have a forty-percent chance in walking again. This will only be a phase, I promise you.” She rolls the chair, as she speaks, and I know how hard it has been for her, as much as it was for me.
“Mrs. Rosalind, you have a visitor awaiting. He’s here to see Miss Evelyn. Shall I send him in?” He? Who could it be? “No, that’s alright Annette. Just escort him to the garden, and after that prepare for him the hospitable drink.” Who could have possibly passed by to see me? Who else knows about my case?
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Evelyn's POV:
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It’s been a month, but I still remember everything like it was just the occurrence of yesterday. I wouldn’t lie or point my accusing finger at anyone, because I am the one responsible for where I am right now. The happiest moment in my life, was when I took my first footsteps as a child. I remember my mother guiding me with her hand so I could walk properly. It was the most cheerful time, if only I could turn back time.
I would tell myself to stop learning how to walk, because the future doesn’t include that anymore. Instead of using god’s gift of my physical ability to walk, I am now assisted with four wheels. I don’t even get to push them on my own, its either Annette or my mother that stroll the wheel chair for my sake. The dreams of my escaping and finding my own way in life, have shattered with my disability to walk.
“Honey, how about we don’t use the hair straightener for today? I really miss how your bangs used to look on you.” I shake my head at my mother’s opinion, just like I do every single day. “(I whisper calmly) He used to like it straightened, so it has to be at all times. (I feel the a tear drop falling over my right cheek, as I proceed) Maybe he would show up someday, even if by mistake. I want him to see me just the way he likes…”
My mother doesn’t respond, once I am done; all she does is rub my shoulder kindly. “(She smiles at our reflection in the mirror) If you like it straight, then straight it shall be. As long as it makes you happy, Evey.” I shake my head slowly, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Mom, please don’t call me that. Evelyn will be fine.” It’s not the first time that I tell my mother about that nickname, but I don’t blame her for saying it unintentionally.
The nickname itself doesn’t bother me at all; in fact it actually makes me feel adored. But the reason why I don’t want to hear it anymore, is because it doesn’t satisfy my ears; like the only person used to when he spelled it. I have been trying hard to force myself to stop thinking about him, but how could I when he was the only artist in my white-spread life? He has taught me the greatest lesson that anyone could ever learn in life: To love, and be loved in return.
But what’s the use if I don’t have him to share it with? I don’t even see any possible chance to move on with my life. Not only because I have disabled legs, but also since nobody could be compared to him. I loved him for his playfulness, I loved him for his short temper, I loved him for his insecurity, and I still love him even when I am sure that he hates me now.
“There, that’s my little princess. (She smiles, as she places the hair iron on the counter) How about we go out to the garden? Get some fresh air together? Sounds good, honey?” I bob my head, since the outdoors mean a lot to me right now. Even though I know that I am prisoned in this steel chair, the sense of being outside makes me imagine how my life would be; I would indulge the creations of god’s nature to cleanse my tortured soul.
“You’re going to be alright, Evelyn. The doctor has noticed quite the improvement in your healing. (She smiles sympathetically) He even mentioned that you now have a forty-percent chance in walking again. This will only be a phase, I promise you.” She rolls the chair, as she speaks, and I know how hard it has been for her, as much as it was for me.
“Mrs. Rosalind, you have a visitor awaiting. He’s here to see Miss Evelyn. Shall I send him in?” He? Who could it be? “No, that’s alright Annette. Just escort him to the garden, and after that prepare for him the hospitable drink.” Who could have possibly passed by to see me? Who else knows about my case?
Notes
Two more chapters, just:
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3/29/15