Forbidden Love
Back Away. (49th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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The only part of my body that is functioning is my eyes. My head is spinning in endless swirls, my mouth is paralyzed and filled with dryness, and my nose is blocking the air from entering. “(He whispers again, as his delicate thumb brushes my jawline timidly) Evelyn?” I only blink my eyes in response, which makes Harry’s tears drop slower.“(He warns politely) Everyone, please mind your own business. This isn’t a show an tell party.”
Harry and I look at Niall, and then at the rest of the invites; they are all staring at the two of us like we were mummies and we just got revived. “Mate, please back away. I need to take her back to her mother. (He shifts his eyes from Harry to me, looking at me with pure concern) Evelyn, please wipe away those tears. You don’t need to stay here any longer.” I bob my head, while Niall begins to stroll the wheelchair away from Harry.
“(He hisses in agony, making Niall stop the movement) No! I’ll take her.” Niall stares down at me, asking me with his looks if I accept; but in response I shake my head in silent denial. “(He sighs) Harry, please just go outside and I’ll meet you there later with the rest. (He speaks the fact truthfully) She wants to be left alone, mate.” Harry’s eyes stay with their piercing look at my own, and they cause me to lower my face to avoid them. I should have never seen him again.
I should have allowed him to live his life, to forget that I existed in the first place. This is all so wrong. “(She looks at me as I reach beside her) Evelyn? Honey, are you all right? (She bends a little lower to match my face height) Do you want to leave? (I bob my head, whimpering as my shaky breath gets released) Let’s go, then.” My mother thanks Niall kindly, as he wraps his arms around me in comfort.
“Just go home, and relax please. Everything will be all right. I’ll talk to you real soon, I promise.” I nod over Niall’s shoulder, as his arms detach from the friendly hold. This was all a mistake; I don’t even know what made me come to the party in the first place. Now that Harry has seen me in my worst case, he’ll begin to feel sympathetic towards me; which I don’t want at all.
I want him to grab a white paint bucket, and just splatter it all over our memories that we had together. Everything, from the moment we met till this second; he has to remove me from his mind. But I won’t, I need him to stay in my thoughts to remind myself how I was a bad part of his young years. I am like a damaged clip from a long-lasting movie, I need to be trimmed and erased for good.
…The Next Day (In the Afternoon)…
“Miss Evelyn, you have a visit downstairs. Would you like me to help you?” I have been lying in my bed all day, crying every moment that his face crossed over my mind. How is it even possible that his beauty is a delight, but the memory of yesterday is a bitter disaster? Only Harry could be the one that could carve my life, in a single second. Only he could wash over my frown, and paint it with a glittering smile.
Only he could be the cure of my pain, and a wound to my sorrows at the same time. “(I sniffle my nose, allowing her to hold me) Where is my mother?” Annette huffs her tired breath, as she pulls me up and places me on my metal chair.“She went to buy the groceries, with Lenard.” So my driver and my mother aren’t here, then how would I be able to escape if the visiting person would be Harry?
Is it possible that he came to see me again? What could he want from a crippled person like me? I am nothing, a zero in his lands of digits. But what if it wasn’t him? Who would want to visit me, the worst person that humanity could have as one of their kind? Annette begins to stroll my chair, crossing the hallway from my room, and leading me to the living room. My eyes widen at the view, as I notice the multiple smiles that are aimed at me.
Evelyn's POV:
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The only part of my body that is functioning is my eyes. My head is spinning in endless swirls, my mouth is paralyzed and filled with dryness, and my nose is blocking the air from entering. “(He whispers again, as his delicate thumb brushes my jawline timidly) Evelyn?” I only blink my eyes in response, which makes Harry’s tears drop slower.“(He warns politely) Everyone, please mind your own business. This isn’t a show an tell party.”
Harry and I look at Niall, and then at the rest of the invites; they are all staring at the two of us like we were mummies and we just got revived. “Mate, please back away. I need to take her back to her mother. (He shifts his eyes from Harry to me, looking at me with pure concern) Evelyn, please wipe away those tears. You don’t need to stay here any longer.” I bob my head, while Niall begins to stroll the wheelchair away from Harry.
“(He hisses in agony, making Niall stop the movement) No! I’ll take her.” Niall stares down at me, asking me with his looks if I accept; but in response I shake my head in silent denial. “(He sighs) Harry, please just go outside and I’ll meet you there later with the rest. (He speaks the fact truthfully) She wants to be left alone, mate.” Harry’s eyes stay with their piercing look at my own, and they cause me to lower my face to avoid them. I should have never seen him again.
I should have allowed him to live his life, to forget that I existed in the first place. This is all so wrong. “(She looks at me as I reach beside her) Evelyn? Honey, are you all right? (She bends a little lower to match my face height) Do you want to leave? (I bob my head, whimpering as my shaky breath gets released) Let’s go, then.” My mother thanks Niall kindly, as he wraps his arms around me in comfort.
“Just go home, and relax please. Everything will be all right. I’ll talk to you real soon, I promise.” I nod over Niall’s shoulder, as his arms detach from the friendly hold. This was all a mistake; I don’t even know what made me come to the party in the first place. Now that Harry has seen me in my worst case, he’ll begin to feel sympathetic towards me; which I don’t want at all.
I want him to grab a white paint bucket, and just splatter it all over our memories that we had together. Everything, from the moment we met till this second; he has to remove me from his mind. But I won’t, I need him to stay in my thoughts to remind myself how I was a bad part of his young years. I am like a damaged clip from a long-lasting movie, I need to be trimmed and erased for good.
…The Next Day (In the Afternoon)…
“Miss Evelyn, you have a visit downstairs. Would you like me to help you?” I have been lying in my bed all day, crying every moment that his face crossed over my mind. How is it even possible that his beauty is a delight, but the memory of yesterday is a bitter disaster? Only Harry could be the one that could carve my life, in a single second. Only he could wash over my frown, and paint it with a glittering smile.
Only he could be the cure of my pain, and a wound to my sorrows at the same time. “(I sniffle my nose, allowing her to hold me) Where is my mother?” Annette huffs her tired breath, as she pulls me up and places me on my metal chair.“She went to buy the groceries, with Lenard.” So my driver and my mother aren’t here, then how would I be able to escape if the visiting person would be Harry?
Is it possible that he came to see me again? What could he want from a crippled person like me? I am nothing, a zero in his lands of digits. But what if it wasn’t him? Who would want to visit me, the worst person that humanity could have as one of their kind? Annette begins to stroll my chair, crossing the hallway from my room, and leading me to the living room. My eyes widen at the view, as I notice the multiple smiles that are aimed at me.
Notes
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3/29/15