Forbidden Love
It's Gotta Be You. (48th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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“Oh Evelyn, its so good to see you here. I really appreciate you accepting my invite tonight. (He shifts his eyes to look at my mother) Rosalind, why don’t you take Evelyn to the backyard? I’m sure she’ll have fun over there.” I shake my head, knowing that my worst nightmare could turn to reality, if I stepped outside to the backyard. It’s where all of the youngsters are always gathered; I’d rather stay safe with the older category then face my fears outside.
“Evelyn?” A voice that used to make me laugh, has came back to ring through my hearing ability. My eyes begin to slowly rise, as I stare in the identical color of my eyes. His metal-blue tuxedo is very complimentary to his blonde hair and eyes, even to his light completion. He stares at me, not expecting to see me the way I am right now.
I depart my lips to speak, but all he does is engulf me with a huge yet compassionate hug.“(I let out a breath) Niall…” He nods in an understanding matter, as he rubs my back softly; before letting go of the embrace. His eyes seem to be saddened, seeing me for the first time on a chair like a crippled person that I am.
“(He closes his eyes, shaking his head to breathe. He then opens them and smiles at me) would you like me to take you outside?” Before I could reject my friend’s suggestion, my mother speaks: “Yes, please do. Desmond and I would appreciate it if you did so.” I groan under my breath, while Niall begins to stroll my wheelchair to the outside. I lift my hand and place it on Niall’s wrist from my back, stopping the wheels from moving.
“(He leans his face lower to mine, almost resting his chin over my shoulder) What’s the matter?” I shake my head as my depression rises to its highest level, while my index finger points at the man of my dreams from a distance. He looks perfect, even when his face is negative. His features are still soft, just like I remember touching them with my own hands. His hair is tenderly combed, just like I use to brush it through my fingers.
His height is still broad and towering, just like I used to admire it for matching my own when I had the ability to stand. “(I whisper in Niall’s ear, afraid for the first time to cry) Niall, please I don’t want him to see me. Please just let me stay here, I beg you…” Niall nods in understanding, as he begins to turn my chair back to where it was parked.
The moment Niall begins to stroll the wheelchair, he stops at the voice that has been killing me from the beautiful memories. “(He whispers, but I am able to hear) Who’s the poor girl? Do you know her personally?” Niall’s hands do the unexpectable as he turns the chair, making me meet the person I severely hurt. The scene is practically like a montage in my view, as everything and everyone surrounding us disappears.
The only people left, is Harry and I. His face became paler than it is from my cause. His eyes turned into a cloudy grey shade, eliminating the life and reviving the fear in them. His pink lips begin to quiver, as his shoulders slump like deadwood. His right eye drips a tear that begins to thread down unconditionally.
“(He whispers in agony, shaking his head in horror) It can’t be… no, it isn’t… you aren’t… no…” I lower my face on my thighs, beginning to sob; I knew coming here was a mistake. I should have never agreed, I should have stayed locked in my room. Maybe only then Harry could have moved on.
A familiar finger threads under my chin, shaking vibrantly from the reaction of his skin with mine. He tries his best to lift my head up, and once he does; he blinks his eyes; allowing more tears to dwell from his face.“(He asks, trying to deny the reality) Evelyn, is that really you…?”
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Evelyn's POV:
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“Oh Evelyn, its so good to see you here. I really appreciate you accepting my invite tonight. (He shifts his eyes to look at my mother) Rosalind, why don’t you take Evelyn to the backyard? I’m sure she’ll have fun over there.” I shake my head, knowing that my worst nightmare could turn to reality, if I stepped outside to the backyard. It’s where all of the youngsters are always gathered; I’d rather stay safe with the older category then face my fears outside.
“Evelyn?” A voice that used to make me laugh, has came back to ring through my hearing ability. My eyes begin to slowly rise, as I stare in the identical color of my eyes. His metal-blue tuxedo is very complimentary to his blonde hair and eyes, even to his light completion. He stares at me, not expecting to see me the way I am right now.
I depart my lips to speak, but all he does is engulf me with a huge yet compassionate hug.“(I let out a breath) Niall…” He nods in an understanding matter, as he rubs my back softly; before letting go of the embrace. His eyes seem to be saddened, seeing me for the first time on a chair like a crippled person that I am.
“(He closes his eyes, shaking his head to breathe. He then opens them and smiles at me) would you like me to take you outside?” Before I could reject my friend’s suggestion, my mother speaks: “Yes, please do. Desmond and I would appreciate it if you did so.” I groan under my breath, while Niall begins to stroll my wheelchair to the outside. I lift my hand and place it on Niall’s wrist from my back, stopping the wheels from moving.
“(He leans his face lower to mine, almost resting his chin over my shoulder) What’s the matter?” I shake my head as my depression rises to its highest level, while my index finger points at the man of my dreams from a distance. He looks perfect, even when his face is negative. His features are still soft, just like I remember touching them with my own hands. His hair is tenderly combed, just like I use to brush it through my fingers.
His height is still broad and towering, just like I used to admire it for matching my own when I had the ability to stand. “(I whisper in Niall’s ear, afraid for the first time to cry) Niall, please I don’t want him to see me. Please just let me stay here, I beg you…” Niall nods in understanding, as he begins to turn my chair back to where it was parked.
The moment Niall begins to stroll the wheelchair, he stops at the voice that has been killing me from the beautiful memories. “(He whispers, but I am able to hear) Who’s the poor girl? Do you know her personally?” Niall’s hands do the unexpectable as he turns the chair, making me meet the person I severely hurt. The scene is practically like a montage in my view, as everything and everyone surrounding us disappears.
The only people left, is Harry and I. His face became paler than it is from my cause. His eyes turned into a cloudy grey shade, eliminating the life and reviving the fear in them. His pink lips begin to quiver, as his shoulders slump like deadwood. His right eye drips a tear that begins to thread down unconditionally.
“(He whispers in agony, shaking his head in horror) It can’t be… no, it isn’t… you aren’t… no…” I lower my face on my thighs, beginning to sob; I knew coming here was a mistake. I should have never agreed, I should have stayed locked in my room. Maybe only then Harry could have moved on.
A familiar finger threads under my chin, shaking vibrantly from the reaction of his skin with mine. He tries his best to lift my head up, and once he does; he blinks his eyes; allowing more tears to dwell from his face.“(He asks, trying to deny the reality) Evelyn, is that really you…?”
Notes
Well, I don't think I need to explain a lot today. But there is only one thing I want to highlight in today's notes. Harry's POV, in chapter 47, was needed to be written in the story (Y) It showed how he is battling with himself, as he is trying to forget and move on. But nothing is letting him do that, because he clearly still loves Evelyn. Some of you might say: He did this to himself, he didn't let Evelyn explain anything, he was judgmental. True, but that was done for a reason. Every single detail I write in this story, is meant because the upcoming chapters are connected to it (Y) Now, Harry was shocked, frightened, and crying even when he saw our broken Evelyn on a wheelchair :'( I will let the suspense live, and I shall let proceed in the details in tomorrow's chapters <3
- Questions left from yesterday: Package?
- Questions for tomorrow: Harry not behaving like expected? Niall yelling at the invites? Evelyn can't speak? :O
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