Forbidden Love
Broken Whisper. (52nd Chapter)
…The Next Day (At the Rider’s Residence)…
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Evelyn's POV:
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I really don’t know what has gotten into me, since yesterday. I had this fear of eliminating the wrapper over the mysterious gift that I received. I don’t even know who sent it, but I’m sure the person is thoughtful since the gift is huge. “Miss? (I shift my eyes to look at her) Would you like to open it now? (She laughs politely) You called me to ask for my assistance with your gift. Shall we?” I nod in silence, while my housekeeper carries the large frame closer to my grasp.
Annette and I begin to tear the wrapper over the gift, as it begins to reveal slowly. I am now aware what it is, since I could see it from the back.“It’s a portrait. (She smiles, looking at me in understanding) Would you like me to leave now, Miss?” I force my eyes to shift from the back of the portrait, to look at Annette and answer her.
“Yes, please. Thank you for helping me.” She remains her smile at me, as she leaves my room; keeping me with the unprevailed portrait. I have a strong vibe that its from Harry, which practically is scaring me more to turn the painting around and look at its content. Could he have drawn me as a devil, with horns and flames splattered all over?
Could he have written my name and bashed it with disturbing titles that would insult me personally? There is only one way to answer my prying questions, and that it to turn the painting around. I begin to rotate the large frame, turning it anti- clockwise; and that is when my pupils grow wide. Its him, he drew himself standing there with a smile crept on his beautiful face; but that’s not all.
His face is centered, and his arms are elegantly crossed over his broad chest, while his nose has a red circle on the tip. In the painting, Harry is facing a female, but her back is only shown. Her long blonde hair is radiating her bare back, like silky threads from the sunshine itself. In one of her hands, she holds a paintbrush, while the other is twirling a strand of her hair.
Just above her elbow, a little butterfly is drawn in purple. I blink my tears as I begin to understand the painting. It was the same scene that Harry and I have been through, and I could easily recognize the butterfly, because it was the same one that I drew on. At the lower of the painting, there are four words engraved at the right edge: “Cute as a button.” I laugh, while my tears begin to blink; preparing to fall.
Why would he send me this? Does it mean that he misses me, or is he sending it to torture me more about the past? I shake my head at the thoughts; no he can’t miss me. He has to forget me; I am nothing but a harmful human in his perfectly pure life. I hold the frame of the painting from both sides, bringing it closer to my face.
I intentionally lean it to my face, kissing Harry’s drawn lips; while I whimper from the imagination of that happening in real life.“(Her concerned voice, snaps me out of the moment) Miss, there is a visitor for you in the pool area. Shall I lead you downstairs? (I nod, still looking at the painting) Miss Evelyn, are you alright?” I immediately answer in a broken whisper: “Yes… Please help me to go meet the visitor.”
Annette’s hands grab the painting in pure caution, taking it out of my reach and placing it beside the wall.“Would you hang that for me, Annette? Not right now, but later please?” She pats my shoulder kindly, agreeing to my request; strolling my wheelchair out of my room to the pool area in the backyard. That picture represents how Harry and I began our love story. Its in the past, but to me I am still breathing the previous scenes as a present tense.
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Evelyn's POV:
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I really don’t know what has gotten into me, since yesterday. I had this fear of eliminating the wrapper over the mysterious gift that I received. I don’t even know who sent it, but I’m sure the person is thoughtful since the gift is huge. “Miss? (I shift my eyes to look at her) Would you like to open it now? (She laughs politely) You called me to ask for my assistance with your gift. Shall we?” I nod in silence, while my housekeeper carries the large frame closer to my grasp.
Annette and I begin to tear the wrapper over the gift, as it begins to reveal slowly. I am now aware what it is, since I could see it from the back.“It’s a portrait. (She smiles, looking at me in understanding) Would you like me to leave now, Miss?” I force my eyes to shift from the back of the portrait, to look at Annette and answer her.
“Yes, please. Thank you for helping me.” She remains her smile at me, as she leaves my room; keeping me with the unprevailed portrait. I have a strong vibe that its from Harry, which practically is scaring me more to turn the painting around and look at its content. Could he have drawn me as a devil, with horns and flames splattered all over?
Could he have written my name and bashed it with disturbing titles that would insult me personally? There is only one way to answer my prying questions, and that it to turn the painting around. I begin to rotate the large frame, turning it anti- clockwise; and that is when my pupils grow wide. Its him, he drew himself standing there with a smile crept on his beautiful face; but that’s not all.
His face is centered, and his arms are elegantly crossed over his broad chest, while his nose has a red circle on the tip. In the painting, Harry is facing a female, but her back is only shown. Her long blonde hair is radiating her bare back, like silky threads from the sunshine itself. In one of her hands, she holds a paintbrush, while the other is twirling a strand of her hair.
Just above her elbow, a little butterfly is drawn in purple. I blink my tears as I begin to understand the painting. It was the same scene that Harry and I have been through, and I could easily recognize the butterfly, because it was the same one that I drew on. At the lower of the painting, there are four words engraved at the right edge: “Cute as a button.” I laugh, while my tears begin to blink; preparing to fall.
Why would he send me this? Does it mean that he misses me, or is he sending it to torture me more about the past? I shake my head at the thoughts; no he can’t miss me. He has to forget me; I am nothing but a harmful human in his perfectly pure life. I hold the frame of the painting from both sides, bringing it closer to my face.
I intentionally lean it to my face, kissing Harry’s drawn lips; while I whimper from the imagination of that happening in real life.“(Her concerned voice, snaps me out of the moment) Miss, there is a visitor for you in the pool area. Shall I lead you downstairs? (I nod, still looking at the painting) Miss Evelyn, are you alright?” I immediately answer in a broken whisper: “Yes… Please help me to go meet the visitor.”
Annette’s hands grab the painting in pure caution, taking it out of my reach and placing it beside the wall.“Would you hang that for me, Annette? Not right now, but later please?” She pats my shoulder kindly, agreeing to my request; strolling my wheelchair out of my room to the pool area in the backyard. That picture represents how Harry and I began our love story. Its in the past, but to me I am still breathing the previous scenes as a present tense.
Notes
Two more chapters to go, just:
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3/29/15