Forbidden Love
Stole My Heart. (47th Chapter)
…The Week After (Saturday Night at the Party)…
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Harry’s POV:
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“Honestly mate, we’ve lastly seen you in like a month or so. At least smile?” Zayn and the rest have been trying to have a conversation with me, but what am I supposed to do? Just move on with my life, like it was never shattered in the first place? “(I mumble, while unbuttoning my blazer to sit down) I’m fine, just talk about something else. Like, tell me what you all have been doing?”
I am trying my best to deviate the conversation’s center from me to someone else, because if I don’t I will turn aggressive and hostile. It has been the worst change in me so far; I can’t control my temper or anger anymore. I’m simply like a candle lid, easily fired with the simplest contact of any personal subject.
Louis begins to tell us all about his new accomplishments, as we are all gathered in the garden area; but I am in my own world. I want to listen to my friends, I want to laugh and tell them about how I have been, I want to go back to the person I was; but how could I when I was stabbed in the back from the closest person to me? The person who only her smile, could burry the angry demon inside of me.
The person who only the colour of her eyes, could make me dive into them like the ocean blue they are shaded with. The person who only her touch, could cure my agony’s wounds and make them disappear; leaving only traces of care and love as replacements. But she betrayed, lied, and was tricking my own love for her benefit. She never cared; all she wanted is my dad’s wealth.
As hard as it is for me to believe this fact, it is the only reality portrayed in front my eyes. She stole my heart, played with it, sucked the life out of it, and returned it to me as betrayed and broken. I can never forget her, because I am more than positive that no one will ever be able to replace the love that I once felt for her.
I would be lying, if I said I don’t love her anymore. But that’s what’s hurting me more than everything else. I still love her, even though my heart is dead. I still love her; even though I know her love was an act only. I despise myself for being this stupid and weak, but this is the person that I am; the person that I was.
“Mate, who’s that in the wheel chair? A close relative?” Liam’s question pulls me back to reality, as I look over to where his index finger is pointing. I can’t see clearly because the person is far away, almost at the main entrance of the mansion. I guess it’s probably someone from my dad’s clients, but he wouldn’t invite any to this closed party. The only thing that stole my eyes, was the colour of the dress she’s wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/rosette_cutoure/set?id=129941956&lid=3755600).
It’s between the shade of pink, gold, and a hint of orange. God, how much it suited Evelyn when she used to wear my favourite colour. Despite the fact that the vague figure is on a wheelchair, the dress is contrasting perfectly with her skin tone; almost identical to how it used to flatter Evelyn’s complexion.“Excuse me, lads. I’ll be right back in a few.”
I stand up, buttoning my silver blazer as I begin to walk away from my friends. I need to go to the washroom, and swipe some water over my face; the memory of Evelyn is a lot to handle for me. I have turned into a haunted person, from the love of the past. But, has it really became in the past already?
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Harry’s POV:
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“Honestly mate, we’ve lastly seen you in like a month or so. At least smile?” Zayn and the rest have been trying to have a conversation with me, but what am I supposed to do? Just move on with my life, like it was never shattered in the first place? “(I mumble, while unbuttoning my blazer to sit down) I’m fine, just talk about something else. Like, tell me what you all have been doing?”
I am trying my best to deviate the conversation’s center from me to someone else, because if I don’t I will turn aggressive and hostile. It has been the worst change in me so far; I can’t control my temper or anger anymore. I’m simply like a candle lid, easily fired with the simplest contact of any personal subject.
Louis begins to tell us all about his new accomplishments, as we are all gathered in the garden area; but I am in my own world. I want to listen to my friends, I want to laugh and tell them about how I have been, I want to go back to the person I was; but how could I when I was stabbed in the back from the closest person to me? The person who only her smile, could burry the angry demon inside of me.
The person who only the colour of her eyes, could make me dive into them like the ocean blue they are shaded with. The person who only her touch, could cure my agony’s wounds and make them disappear; leaving only traces of care and love as replacements. But she betrayed, lied, and was tricking my own love for her benefit. She never cared; all she wanted is my dad’s wealth.
As hard as it is for me to believe this fact, it is the only reality portrayed in front my eyes. She stole my heart, played with it, sucked the life out of it, and returned it to me as betrayed and broken. I can never forget her, because I am more than positive that no one will ever be able to replace the love that I once felt for her.
I would be lying, if I said I don’t love her anymore. But that’s what’s hurting me more than everything else. I still love her, even though my heart is dead. I still love her; even though I know her love was an act only. I despise myself for being this stupid and weak, but this is the person that I am; the person that I was.
“Mate, who’s that in the wheel chair? A close relative?” Liam’s question pulls me back to reality, as I look over to where his index finger is pointing. I can’t see clearly because the person is far away, almost at the main entrance of the mansion. I guess it’s probably someone from my dad’s clients, but he wouldn’t invite any to this closed party. The only thing that stole my eyes, was the colour of the dress she’s wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/rosette_cutoure/set?id=129941956&lid=3755600).
It’s between the shade of pink, gold, and a hint of orange. God, how much it suited Evelyn when she used to wear my favourite colour. Despite the fact that the vague figure is on a wheelchair, the dress is contrasting perfectly with her skin tone; almost identical to how it used to flatter Evelyn’s complexion.“Excuse me, lads. I’ll be right back in a few.”
I stand up, buttoning my silver blazer as I begin to walk away from my friends. I need to go to the washroom, and swipe some water over my face; the memory of Evelyn is a lot to handle for me. I have turned into a haunted person, from the love of the past. But, has it really became in the past already?
Notes
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3/29/15