Just to Clarify: To Beaumont McKinley, everything is always okay whenever Evelyn Hawthorne is in his sight. Not even his demons could interfere with this sense of peace. She's managed to tame them by merely existing.
She's always on his mind when he's not even around her, she's just existing in his head when he doesn't want her to but she is. He doesn't mind that she is in his mind all the time but he just hates that he feels like he fell to fast.
He fell for her hard without her even batting an eye lash. He doesn't know if this feeling is lust or just a natural feeling of finding someone attractive. He doesn't believe that it's the second feeling, he knows deep down that he does in fact like the young Hawthorne girl.
And he just doesn't want her to go away.
Does she know how much impact she causes him, how she physically makes him feel with just a slight brush of her hand or the way she looks at him longingly. He only hopes that she is feeling the same way when he is around her.
It was a Saturday when the first rain fall of the month finally poured down on the earth surface. But that didn't stop Beaumont and Evelyn from leaving the trial they have been walking along for the past two hours in the wispy wet water that is streaming down from the sky.
The water was like honey slipping off a spoon, the crystal clear raindrops hit the ground silently as the pair joint arms. They walked shamelessly through the pouring rain with no umbrella but Beaumonts jacket over her head well he shield her from the rain than himself.
Beaumont was wet while he ensured that Evelyn was not. He didn't care in that moment that he was soaked, in his mind he just didn't want Evelyn's outfit to go to waste because of some wet substance pouring from the heavens. Evelyn found a sense of warmth in her when he said that to her awhile ago.
Her cheeks where still coated with a pink blush but if Beaumont asks she would deny that she was blushing. She never found a man so endearing and selfless before, most men in society only care about their status and egos.
But Beaumont, he has neither. Yes, he may have a ego like most do but his isn't bad compared to others. He puts others first before himself and Evelyn finds that purely innocent and once again selfless. Evelyn has noticed many things from a far from observing the McKinley boy and it's that he's the type of male who responds to girls who smile at him because he wants to be friendly.
He is the type of male who stares hard at the board when he does not understand what the teacher is teaching. He is the type of male who acts like a kid in private because he misses his childhood - which she picked up on missing his mother. He is the type of male who rather get hurt by the truth than lies.
He is the type of male who wishes for good things for people he loves. He is the type of male who stays loyal to one girl when he learns how to love. He is the type of male who holds on to memories even if it hurts. But the world has been unkind that it'll hurt Evelyn's heart when she finds out the truth of his terrible past.
"Evelyn." Beaumont said, testing the name on his tongue once again under his breath as he continued to lead her down the quiet path of the forest he took her down for a nice day out.
"What?" Evelyn asked, looking at him from the corner of her eye, pulling his jacket closer to her chin.
She's been watching the scenery all around her, finding comfort in the forest from growing up in a small home on the mountains back in Ireland. Her house was surrounded by flowers and tall towering trees but the sun still managed to sneak through the peak.
She remembers gazing up to see quilt of vines and lush leaves hug the forest floor, a canopy of care. Snaking through the dense vegetation, the blue river ripples. Its clear, murky surface is as smooth as glass, hiding a world of wonder. The forest would erupt into life. She misses her home land but she prefers the forest land here. It helps her imagination come back to life and want to visit more of this place.
Her gaze continues to follow the black and brown thorns wrap around the forest, almost like teeth waiting to tear at you. The trees seem to close in, choking out the light and letting the fog roll around like a breath. Her gaze finally pulls away when she heard the young male talk once again which caused a flutter erupt deep inside of her.
"Nothing, I was just saying your name." Beau-mont blushed brightly underneath her gaze when she finally turned to look at him once again.
Evelyn swallowed hard and stopped looking at him and faced the leaves crunching below her feet. "Most people used to call me Eve before you."
"Do you want me to call you Eve?" Beaumont questioned, pursing his lips together at the fact that people don't call her by her own name.
"No." Evelyn confirmed after a few moments of thought. "Call me Evelyn."
Beaumont felt a blossom of hurt form in his chest, but pushed it down. If Evelyn deemed that they weren't close enough to call each other by nicknames, he wasn't going to force her to. He wanted Evelyn to be comfortable, to feel safe and in control around him.
"I just like the way it sounds coming from your mouth." Evelyn commented a few moments later from noticing his erupt silence, and looks up at him.
Beaumont startled. "What?"
"My name." Evelyn clarified. "I like the way my full name sounds coming out of your mouth."
"How did you know-" Beaumont began, eyebrows knitted together.
She shrugged with a tiny smile. "You think too loud."
"Oh." Was all Beaumont could think to reply with.
Surprisingly, Evelyn snorted out a laugh at him. "Oh, Beaumont." She says, rolling her lip in between her teeth to help herself from laughing once again.
"Oh, Evelyn." He replies a few moments later with a slight tease in his tone. He pushed his blush down but he knows it didn't last long as he felt his cheeks warm up again. He simply tugged his head into her covered hair that his jacket is still covering and smiled shyly into himself.
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Romance"Promise me this is forever." She whispered softly. "I promise, my darling Evelyn."
