Forbidden Love
Certain Colour. (44th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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As my mother and I reach to the garden, she brings my wheelchair closer to her nested couch, smiling at me under her sunglasses. The sensation of the warm sunrays is indescribable, since I feel the vibes of the energy, penetrating my skin to give it color and strength. As I begin to sooth my gold pants (http://www.polyvore.com/pure_gold/set?id=129248495&lid=3755600), I notice a black Italian shoe standing in front of me; therefore I lift my eyesight to stare in complete shock.
“I’m sorry for what you’re passing through, Evelyn.” Desmond hands me a bouquet of flowers, placing them on my numb thighs. I would have expected anyone but him, to show up and share his or her care to my situation. “How did you know?” I mumble, as he rests beside my mother on the chair nearby. “Rosalind called me, and she told me it would cheer you up.”
Why would my mother call Desmond in person, and how was she sure that his visit could cheer me up? I shift my eyes to look at my mother, but I can’t tell what expression her eyes are holding under her black shades.“I’m glad you found time, Desmond. (She holds my right hand in hers) Evelyn, has been doing amazing progress since the last month.” He nods at us, giving a comforting smile that amazes me to the extreme.
How could he still care about me, even when I was the one that ripped both his and his son’s hearts? “Don’t get me wrong please. But why did you come to see me? As I recall from the last time we saw each other in court, you couldn’t bare to look at me anymore.” His wrinkly lips pester a genuine smile, as his words answer my questioning. “Its not about the past, its always about the present and the future. And even though I might have disliked you in our last encounters back then, I hate seeing you like this.”
Desmond was the most person that was deceived and betrayed, yet he found a place in his heart to forgive me; but Harry clearly didn’t. Oh god, why did I have to think of his name right now? My eyes begin to blink away the threatening tears, as my mother squeezes my hand in her hold. “(I murmur carefully) How’s um…” Desmond raises his palm to stop me, knowing for a fact that it would kill me to spell out his name only.
Desmond replies calmly:“He’s not like he used to be, but I guess he’s alright. Much silent and isolated in his room, but he’s alright. (He sighs, showing me how stressful he is about his son) He barely talks to me, but at the same time he isn’t pushing me away, anymore. (He smiles at me) I have you to thank, for letting me realize how much our relationship matters, more than anything in this world.”
Despite the agony and pain that I began to feel about Harry’s condition, I am a little delighted to know that I was able to do one good deed towards the Styles’ members. “He misses you, and I can tell that easily.” I nod in silence, as the tears that were once silenced, are now threading down mutely.
“(She breathes in concern) Desmond, I don’t think she needs to hear anything about this right now. (She smiles, trying to change the mood of depression) Let’s talk about something else, like that party you are hosting in the few upcoming days? You still haven’t told me about the occasion for this fancy gathering.”
I’m disabled, my only lover is not himself because of me, and all my mother could think of is a cocktail party that Desmond is hosting? Things never do change, and that’s an actual-proven fact. I stare at the grass below the wheels of my medical chair, and all I could do is smile.
I am not crazy, yet I did reach a close level, but it’s just the colour that makes my face grin. The green shade of the warm grass is identical to the eyes that once used to look at me in utter love and passion. You will always be the owner of my heart, my mind, and my soul. Wherever you are, I will always love you, Harry…
Evelyn's POV:
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As my mother and I reach to the garden, she brings my wheelchair closer to her nested couch, smiling at me under her sunglasses. The sensation of the warm sunrays is indescribable, since I feel the vibes of the energy, penetrating my skin to give it color and strength. As I begin to sooth my gold pants (http://www.polyvore.com/pure_gold/set?id=129248495&lid=3755600), I notice a black Italian shoe standing in front of me; therefore I lift my eyesight to stare in complete shock.
“I’m sorry for what you’re passing through, Evelyn.” Desmond hands me a bouquet of flowers, placing them on my numb thighs. I would have expected anyone but him, to show up and share his or her care to my situation. “How did you know?” I mumble, as he rests beside my mother on the chair nearby. “Rosalind called me, and she told me it would cheer you up.”
Why would my mother call Desmond in person, and how was she sure that his visit could cheer me up? I shift my eyes to look at my mother, but I can’t tell what expression her eyes are holding under her black shades.“I’m glad you found time, Desmond. (She holds my right hand in hers) Evelyn, has been doing amazing progress since the last month.” He nods at us, giving a comforting smile that amazes me to the extreme.
How could he still care about me, even when I was the one that ripped both his and his son’s hearts? “Don’t get me wrong please. But why did you come to see me? As I recall from the last time we saw each other in court, you couldn’t bare to look at me anymore.” His wrinkly lips pester a genuine smile, as his words answer my questioning. “Its not about the past, its always about the present and the future. And even though I might have disliked you in our last encounters back then, I hate seeing you like this.”
Desmond was the most person that was deceived and betrayed, yet he found a place in his heart to forgive me; but Harry clearly didn’t. Oh god, why did I have to think of his name right now? My eyes begin to blink away the threatening tears, as my mother squeezes my hand in her hold. “(I murmur carefully) How’s um…” Desmond raises his palm to stop me, knowing for a fact that it would kill me to spell out his name only.
Desmond replies calmly:“He’s not like he used to be, but I guess he’s alright. Much silent and isolated in his room, but he’s alright. (He sighs, showing me how stressful he is about his son) He barely talks to me, but at the same time he isn’t pushing me away, anymore. (He smiles at me) I have you to thank, for letting me realize how much our relationship matters, more than anything in this world.”
Despite the agony and pain that I began to feel about Harry’s condition, I am a little delighted to know that I was able to do one good deed towards the Styles’ members. “He misses you, and I can tell that easily.” I nod in silence, as the tears that were once silenced, are now threading down mutely.
“(She breathes in concern) Desmond, I don’t think she needs to hear anything about this right now. (She smiles, trying to change the mood of depression) Let’s talk about something else, like that party you are hosting in the few upcoming days? You still haven’t told me about the occasion for this fancy gathering.”
I’m disabled, my only lover is not himself because of me, and all my mother could think of is a cocktail party that Desmond is hosting? Things never do change, and that’s an actual-proven fact. I stare at the grass below the wheels of my medical chair, and all I could do is smile.
I am not crazy, yet I did reach a close level, but it’s just the colour that makes my face grin. The green shade of the warm grass is identical to the eyes that once used to look at me in utter love and passion. You will always be the owner of my heart, my mind, and my soul. Wherever you are, I will always love you, Harry…
Notes
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This is amazing :) you are an amazing writer ^_^ very different, yet very clever :D
3/29/15