Forbidden Love
Casual. (58th Chapter)
…The Next Day (In the Afternoon)…
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Evelyn's POV:
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Why do I feel like I am suffocated? Why do I feel like I have no control, in how I breathe? Well, I guess this has been my life routine from the very beginning. I thought my mother would loosen her grip over me, but she doesn’t seem to be planning on that direction. I thought that my pervious disability was causing me to feel caged; but truthfully it wasn’t.
What difference does it change if I am able to walk again? I am still watched and guided by my mother’s shadow, in each decision I try to make for my own future. I haven’t spoken to her today, and I certainly do not plan on that anytime soon. I don’t want to stay a girl in perfect formal wear, waving and smiling at people like I am a somebody. I am a nobody, since I don’t have any control in what I wish for.
Even if I wanted to do a mistake, just for the sake of learning; I am always stopped before the occurrence. I don’t even understand why does my mother think that Harry will be trouble for me. Has she really forgotten how he was the only person that helped me abolish my dominating marriage? Has she forgotten that he was the one that carried me in his arms, just for the sake of my sudden faint?
She always told me that she and my father fought their own independency battles, which included them getting married to one another. She got the perfect chance to fall in love, and choose her life; why can’t I? I feel like my brain is going to bleed soon, if I don’t stop thinking about Italy and Harry. My precious Harry… what can I say about him?
We have been talking all the day, through text messages. I’ve told him that my mother isn’t accepting my traveling plans, and he only responded casually. I have learnt a lot about him, and I know when he responds casually; it means he doesn’t want to show me how upset he is. I know that because I am upset with the fact myself; but I’m mostly upset from myself.
If only I trained myself to have a voice, to have a saying in whatever offers that life gave me; I wouldn’t be stuck in my bedroom like I am right now, thinking of the possibilities to turn back the hour glass of time. “(She knocks, before entering) Miss Evelyn? Your mother sent me to tell you to get dressed.” I scrunch my eyebrows, at Annette’s words; get dressed? “Why? Is someone coming over?” Annette shakes her head at my estimation, walking closer to my bed.
“(She smiles) She told me that you have an invite, and that you should wear something casual. (She giggles) Do you have anything that suites your age? You know, such as a mini skirt, crop top? Its best if you wore something like that.” I reply in shock: “Annette, are you sure that my own mother told you that I should dress… like that? If I heard her with my own ears, I wouldn’t believe it.” Annette and I laugh lightly, practically amazed with my mother’s wish.
“That’s what she told me, Miss. (She suggests shyly) would you like me to help you?” I stare at Annette, noticing that she is quite young, presumably older than I am in a little difference. “(I speak with a guilty smile over my lips) I never had the chance to dress… you know, less formal. Annette, please feel free and attack my closet. I just want to know where is this going to end.” She claps her hands in victory, which makes ma more suspicious. Who is taking me out and why am I going to change, for once in my life, into something that matches my age? Only time will tell me.
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Evelyn's POV:
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Why do I feel like I am suffocated? Why do I feel like I have no control, in how I breathe? Well, I guess this has been my life routine from the very beginning. I thought my mother would loosen her grip over me, but she doesn’t seem to be planning on that direction. I thought that my pervious disability was causing me to feel caged; but truthfully it wasn’t.
What difference does it change if I am able to walk again? I am still watched and guided by my mother’s shadow, in each decision I try to make for my own future. I haven’t spoken to her today, and I certainly do not plan on that anytime soon. I don’t want to stay a girl in perfect formal wear, waving and smiling at people like I am a somebody. I am a nobody, since I don’t have any control in what I wish for.
Even if I wanted to do a mistake, just for the sake of learning; I am always stopped before the occurrence. I don’t even understand why does my mother think that Harry will be trouble for me. Has she really forgotten how he was the only person that helped me abolish my dominating marriage? Has she forgotten that he was the one that carried me in his arms, just for the sake of my sudden faint?
She always told me that she and my father fought their own independency battles, which included them getting married to one another. She got the perfect chance to fall in love, and choose her life; why can’t I? I feel like my brain is going to bleed soon, if I don’t stop thinking about Italy and Harry. My precious Harry… what can I say about him?
We have been talking all the day, through text messages. I’ve told him that my mother isn’t accepting my traveling plans, and he only responded casually. I have learnt a lot about him, and I know when he responds casually; it means he doesn’t want to show me how upset he is. I know that because I am upset with the fact myself; but I’m mostly upset from myself.
If only I trained myself to have a voice, to have a saying in whatever offers that life gave me; I wouldn’t be stuck in my bedroom like I am right now, thinking of the possibilities to turn back the hour glass of time. “(She knocks, before entering) Miss Evelyn? Your mother sent me to tell you to get dressed.” I scrunch my eyebrows, at Annette’s words; get dressed? “Why? Is someone coming over?” Annette shakes her head at my estimation, walking closer to my bed.
“(She smiles) She told me that you have an invite, and that you should wear something casual. (She giggles) Do you have anything that suites your age? You know, such as a mini skirt, crop top? Its best if you wore something like that.” I reply in shock: “Annette, are you sure that my own mother told you that I should dress… like that? If I heard her with my own ears, I wouldn’t believe it.” Annette and I laugh lightly, practically amazed with my mother’s wish.
“That’s what she told me, Miss. (She suggests shyly) would you like me to help you?” I stare at Annette, noticing that she is quite young, presumably older than I am in a little difference. “(I speak with a guilty smile over my lips) I never had the chance to dress… you know, less formal. Annette, please feel free and attack my closet. I just want to know where is this going to end.” She claps her hands in victory, which makes ma more suspicious. Who is taking me out and why am I going to change, for once in my life, into something that matches my age? Only time will tell me.
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3/29/15