Sonnet 18 - E. H.

The First Taste PT. 2

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Date: Summer 2016

Location: Dublin, Ireland

Song: Take My Breath Away - Berlin / Something - The Beatles

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OPHELIA'S POV:

And as we exited the house, Elijah locked the door, and grabbed my hand.

This was nothing new, he would always hold my hand and vice versa.

To break the silence, Elijah decided to ask me if I had a good time today. "So, Ophelia. Did you have a good time there?"

"I did! Your family is literally the coolest, Eli." I told him in the happiest way someone could ever say something. "And I know I tell you that all the time but I really mean it."

"I'm glad you think so. You know, I'm very happy you were at the park that one day. Who knows if we would've even been friends if it wasn't for that night." I could tell Elijah was very fond of that moment, and I can't even lie and say I wasn't, because so was I.

"Aren't you just the cutest ever?" I grabbed his cheeks, the way grandmothers do.

He blushed. I made him blush. "Stop that. I don't like it." He took my hands off his face, but he kept one of the hands with his.

We stayed quiet until we got to my house.

I opened the door to my house. "Um, I guess I'm here." I nervously chucked.

"Would you mind if I stayed for a few? I could use someone to talk to." Eli asked awkwardly.

"Yeah, um, sure. Yeah. Yeah, come in." I mean, I'm always here for him, but I'm getting a little concerned. He's been acting weird since yesterday. Wait. No. No, it can't be. Ugh, snap out of it.

I closed the door and asked him if he wanted something to drink.

"No, thank you." He then pondered if he actually wanted something. "Hm, although some water can be fine." He gave me a little nod and a smile.

"Ok, Mr. Hewson." I gave him a wink. "I will be back in a jiff." And I really was back almost immediately. "Here you go. I'm making myself some tea, so let's just wait for that." I sat on the breakfast nook. Kind of ironic that it was being used at such hours in the night. "Is everything alright, Little E?"

"I don't even know anymore. I'm having an emotional conflict. Can't really tell you about it, as I don't even know if it is right to feel like this." He left out a sigh.

There was a moment of silence from both parties.

"There will be many things in this life that will not feel right, but if you learn the right way of how to get through with it, who knows? You might get something out of it." I said reassuring him that he will find the answer he wants sooner or later.

"I hate feeling like this." He stated. "It makes me feel helpless. It's as if I didn't have enough power to get myself out of the situation. As much as I wanted to, I think what my heart wants wins every single time." He was really battling some things. I really wish I can help him feel more content with his surroundings.

The kettle started making noise. "Oh, Eli, excuse me. I will be back soon. You can start going to my room if you want to. Make yourself comfortable." I began making my way to the kettle. I opened a cabinet and grabbed the tea cup. I then grabbed a strainer, and strained the chamomile flowers from the water. Finally, I added some honey, and began making my way upstairs.