Prisoning Truth
Half A Heart. (23rd Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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A light flick lingers in the silence of the scene, bringing with it the glow of the kitchen bulbs. I clear my eyes, accepting the shine of electricity that highlights the kitchen details. The waistband over his hips lies loosely, on the curves of his lower hipbones. His abdominal flesh is exposed to my sight for the first time, making me realize the endless amounts of ink art.
I try to stop my eyes from looking at his topless body, but they don’t want to; they want to stay there and scan him for as much time as granted. “(He scoffs) Giselle, don’t give me the silent treatment. (His tone shifts from calm to annoyed) I asked you, where the hell do you think you’re going?” I sigh, dropping my bag of clothes on the tile floor.
“(I whisper) Please don’t be mad at me. I just want to get out of your life, in the same way I got in. No harm, and with no disturbance Harry. (I throw him a thin smile) I hope you’ll know one day that you’re more too clever, sane, and pure-hearted than you think you are… (I sniffle the dead tears inside) Tell the rest I’ll miss them, okay?” He maintains his quietness, while his eyes keep staring at mine.
He wants to say something, I could feel it; but he isn’t. I take his muteness as my cue to leave, grabbing the bag’s handle again; and beginning to twist the doorknob. The door opens with a sharp creek, while I begin to step outside; feeling the night’s breeze trickling my skin. Abruptly, I get a forceful tug backwards, making me tumble to the inside in a vast speed. My spine comes in contact with his bare chest; with it begins to torch the flames of contact.
One of his tender hands tugs my luggage, dropping it to the floor nearby. The other hand snakes around my waist from the back, making me feel his warm fingers soothing my side in hold. “(He rasps) I don’t want to let you go… If you go, then I’ll go too. You can’t come in my life and decide to leave me out of nowhere. (He curses in pain, maintaining his soft tone) Damn it, Giselle. Do you enjoy the way you torture me? Am I really unworthy of equality in treatments? (He saddens) You’re always smiling with the rest of the lads, but when you see me its like the earth is beginning to die. I know you hate me, but I uh… I don’t. I might have said that all the time in a silly matter, but I was saying it to make you smile. It was the only time your teeth glowed through my eyes…”
I didn’t dare to say any word in reply, because his speech was flawless and truthful. I begin to turn around, while his other hand gets placed on my other hip. I don’t have a clue what I am doing right now, or what is making me do this in the first place; but all I know is that I must. I place my palms over his bare chest, sliding them up and down in a soothing touch. His eyes look depressed, closer to the look of a lost puppy in a dark ally. How could he scare me, yet be this sensitive at the same time?
I let out a breath before talking:“(I whisper truthfully, placing my head over his left chest) I’d hate you if you had half a heart, but Harry yours is a full one. (I lift my head up to look at him, as his breathing deepens) You scare me yes, you drive me close to insanity, true. But nobody could ever do it like you. (I smile at his glowing face) I don’t hate you at all.”
His teeth flash with mine, as he replies cunningly: “So, you like me. Is that what you’re trying to say?” I giggle, as he chuckles with me for no reason. “(I joke, changing the subject) I’m saying that I’m hungry. Now, what do you have to offer me Sir?” He leaves my waist, only to swing his hands like a shimmering knight, playing along with my joke: “At your service, Miss. Please follow me to the buffet.”
Giselle's POV:
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A light flick lingers in the silence of the scene, bringing with it the glow of the kitchen bulbs. I clear my eyes, accepting the shine of electricity that highlights the kitchen details. The waistband over his hips lies loosely, on the curves of his lower hipbones. His abdominal flesh is exposed to my sight for the first time, making me realize the endless amounts of ink art.
I try to stop my eyes from looking at his topless body, but they don’t want to; they want to stay there and scan him for as much time as granted. “(He scoffs) Giselle, don’t give me the silent treatment. (His tone shifts from calm to annoyed) I asked you, where the hell do you think you’re going?” I sigh, dropping my bag of clothes on the tile floor.
“(I whisper) Please don’t be mad at me. I just want to get out of your life, in the same way I got in. No harm, and with no disturbance Harry. (I throw him a thin smile) I hope you’ll know one day that you’re more too clever, sane, and pure-hearted than you think you are… (I sniffle the dead tears inside) Tell the rest I’ll miss them, okay?” He maintains his quietness, while his eyes keep staring at mine.
He wants to say something, I could feel it; but he isn’t. I take his muteness as my cue to leave, grabbing the bag’s handle again; and beginning to twist the doorknob. The door opens with a sharp creek, while I begin to step outside; feeling the night’s breeze trickling my skin. Abruptly, I get a forceful tug backwards, making me tumble to the inside in a vast speed. My spine comes in contact with his bare chest; with it begins to torch the flames of contact.
One of his tender hands tugs my luggage, dropping it to the floor nearby. The other hand snakes around my waist from the back, making me feel his warm fingers soothing my side in hold. “(He rasps) I don’t want to let you go… If you go, then I’ll go too. You can’t come in my life and decide to leave me out of nowhere. (He curses in pain, maintaining his soft tone) Damn it, Giselle. Do you enjoy the way you torture me? Am I really unworthy of equality in treatments? (He saddens) You’re always smiling with the rest of the lads, but when you see me its like the earth is beginning to die. I know you hate me, but I uh… I don’t. I might have said that all the time in a silly matter, but I was saying it to make you smile. It was the only time your teeth glowed through my eyes…”
I didn’t dare to say any word in reply, because his speech was flawless and truthful. I begin to turn around, while his other hand gets placed on my other hip. I don’t have a clue what I am doing right now, or what is making me do this in the first place; but all I know is that I must. I place my palms over his bare chest, sliding them up and down in a soothing touch. His eyes look depressed, closer to the look of a lost puppy in a dark ally. How could he scare me, yet be this sensitive at the same time?
I let out a breath before talking:“(I whisper truthfully, placing my head over his left chest) I’d hate you if you had half a heart, but Harry yours is a full one. (I lift my head up to look at him, as his breathing deepens) You scare me yes, you drive me close to insanity, true. But nobody could ever do it like you. (I smile at his glowing face) I don’t hate you at all.”
His teeth flash with mine, as he replies cunningly: “So, you like me. Is that what you’re trying to say?” I giggle, as he chuckles with me for no reason. “(I joke, changing the subject) I’m saying that I’m hungry. Now, what do you have to offer me Sir?” He leaves my waist, only to swing his hands like a shimmering knight, playing along with my joke: “At your service, Miss. Please follow me to the buffet.”
Notes
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