Forbidden Love
I Still Do. (53rd Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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My hands tighten over the handles of the wheelchair, once I stare at the back of the visitor. His frizzy hair is trapped with a headband, slightly brown and more to a red shade. His tight- white t-shirt is draped perfectly over his upper body, showing those strengthful arms and hip carvings. His dark blue jeans, are tight enough to highlight his lengthy legs; while his brown boots preview the manly symbolism that I could never forget.
“(I look up to Annette, whispering) Please, take me back to my room, Annette?” He seemed to have heard my voice, which caused him to turn around and look at me. Annette begins to pull the wheelchair off the grass, but she wasn’t faster than the other pair of hands; which held the chair on its ground.
“(He growls) No, you won’t go anywhere until you and I have a talk. (He then looks at Annette) She’ll stay, please go back to your work. We need to be left alone.” I would yell for my sleeping mother, but she won’t make it in time to back me away from Harry’s confrontation. He seems so determined to talk to me, and I suppose I owe this to him; it’s the least I could do after what I had done.
Annette scurries away, leaving me with a kneeling Harry, who is looking at me like there is no tomorrow. His face is close enough, close enough for his nose to touch mine in an instant; but I know from his heaving breath that he doesn’t seem to want any closeness with me. Why did he send me a painting of us, why didn’t he burn it? And most importantly, why would he show up to see me?
“(He laughs with no humour in his tone) Do you know that I haven’t slept properly, since the last month? Do you know that I have been trying to slash your image out of my mind, every single second? Do you know how much I wished that I could forget you? (The tears that were about to fall previously in my room, begin to drop right now in silence. He moves his face away from me, standing back up) How could you do this to me? Why did you make me love you so much, that I can’t move on anymore? (He whispers) Why, Evelyn? What could I have possibly done to you to deserve this? (He closes his eyes, as he asks finally) Why haven’t you told me the entire truth?”
I lift my hand to my cheeks, wiping each side with a muted tone. All I could hear is the echoing of the summer wind, and the deep breaths released from Harry’s pink lips. “(I lower my head to glance at my legs) I told you everything, Harry. I didn’t lie to you I swear…” His eyes open immediately, as he kneels down again; placing his forehead against mine. “(He whispers) Stop lying to me… Why didn’t you tell me that you burned the contract? (His voice squeaks) Why didn’t you tell me that you did it, because you loved me?”
I whimper, as I shake my head in shock of his words. “How do you know?” Harry sighs, while I feel his minty breath winding over my face like a light breeze. “It doesn’t matter, I know you did. (He departs his forehead from mine, to look at me closely; pleading for my answer) Please tell me why haven’t you mentioned that you burned the contract, because you used to love me?”
I whisper back my honest reply: “Because I never wanted to hurt you… I wanted to tell you, but you lashed me out before I got the chance to. And now I want you to move on with your life, because my love for you will never be in the past tense… I still do.” His head begins to shake stubbornly in a vibrant motion, as he begins to stand up.
Evelyn's POV:
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My hands tighten over the handles of the wheelchair, once I stare at the back of the visitor. His frizzy hair is trapped with a headband, slightly brown and more to a red shade. His tight- white t-shirt is draped perfectly over his upper body, showing those strengthful arms and hip carvings. His dark blue jeans, are tight enough to highlight his lengthy legs; while his brown boots preview the manly symbolism that I could never forget.
“(I look up to Annette, whispering) Please, take me back to my room, Annette?” He seemed to have heard my voice, which caused him to turn around and look at me. Annette begins to pull the wheelchair off the grass, but she wasn’t faster than the other pair of hands; which held the chair on its ground.
“(He growls) No, you won’t go anywhere until you and I have a talk. (He then looks at Annette) She’ll stay, please go back to your work. We need to be left alone.” I would yell for my sleeping mother, but she won’t make it in time to back me away from Harry’s confrontation. He seems so determined to talk to me, and I suppose I owe this to him; it’s the least I could do after what I had done.
Annette scurries away, leaving me with a kneeling Harry, who is looking at me like there is no tomorrow. His face is close enough, close enough for his nose to touch mine in an instant; but I know from his heaving breath that he doesn’t seem to want any closeness with me. Why did he send me a painting of us, why didn’t he burn it? And most importantly, why would he show up to see me?
“(He laughs with no humour in his tone) Do you know that I haven’t slept properly, since the last month? Do you know that I have been trying to slash your image out of my mind, every single second? Do you know how much I wished that I could forget you? (The tears that were about to fall previously in my room, begin to drop right now in silence. He moves his face away from me, standing back up) How could you do this to me? Why did you make me love you so much, that I can’t move on anymore? (He whispers) Why, Evelyn? What could I have possibly done to you to deserve this? (He closes his eyes, as he asks finally) Why haven’t you told me the entire truth?”
I lift my hand to my cheeks, wiping each side with a muted tone. All I could hear is the echoing of the summer wind, and the deep breaths released from Harry’s pink lips. “(I lower my head to glance at my legs) I told you everything, Harry. I didn’t lie to you I swear…” His eyes open immediately, as he kneels down again; placing his forehead against mine. “(He whispers) Stop lying to me… Why didn’t you tell me that you burned the contract? (His voice squeaks) Why didn’t you tell me that you did it, because you loved me?”
I whimper, as I shake my head in shock of his words. “How do you know?” Harry sighs, while I feel his minty breath winding over my face like a light breeze. “It doesn’t matter, I know you did. (He departs his forehead from mine, to look at me closely; pleading for my answer) Please tell me why haven’t you mentioned that you burned the contract, because you used to love me?”
I whisper back my honest reply: “Because I never wanted to hurt you… I wanted to tell you, but you lashed me out before I got the chance to. And now I want you to move on with your life, because my love for you will never be in the past tense… I still do.” His head begins to shake stubbornly in a vibrant motion, as he begins to stand up.
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3/29/15