From unknown to unknown- Mixte 1963

Chapter 13-Infatuation

I cried writing this...

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The sun was high in the sky and she cursed it for not warming her. Why did it shine so bright if it didn't serve its purpose?

Edith hadn't slept. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked incredibly tired. She was at the park, a book in her hands and a notebook by her side. She wanted to try writing a novel and had gone outside to get the inspiration. 

At least, it was the pretext she had given to her mother. Yesterday felt like a nightmare. Each time she repassed the scenes in her head, she felt like a witness observing from afar, like it wasn't her. 

She was almost certain he wouldn't go to her house, put his knees on the floor, and sing praises in Alexandrine to her. Like they did in medieval times to princesses, those awkward declarations. If he did, she would use that against him for the rest of their lives. 

The problem with that was the word almost. Due to the unpredictableness of Descamps, she couldn't risk it. Because he wasn't a prince, and she wasn't a princess but she loved him, and she would give in. If he pursued her, she would give in. 

So she was seated on one of the benches of the park, and she was reading. She had been, for 45 minutes now, and she wondered when she could go back home. It would be disappointing surely... But she was afraid of falling of falling deeper. If she felt too deep, she didn't know if she could bring herself back without any scars. 

She was scared of being mocked, scared he wouldn't have come if she had stayed and waited expectantly. She was scared he would have come but just to laugh at her face and say it had all been a comedy, a play he had participated in to entertain himself. 

Hell, so many things could have gone down if she had stayed at her home. Edith had realized after that night that she didn't know of the world at all. She was a 16-year-old child who knew but had no real understanding of the outside. If love was that scary, then how atrocious could heartbreak feel? 

She took the book and wrote that the only thing she had learned today:Love is madness. 

She looked in front of her, tired of reading words and writing words. Her entire world was words, she didn't know anything.

But she saw a shadow walking toward the park. She squinted her eyes and stared at the silhouette. It was a man. He was small.... no wait, he was quite tall in fact. 

He got away from the trees and when Edith saw golden curls, an eye patch, and sharp eyes glaring at her, her heart rate peaked. There stood an angry Joseph stomping toward her. 

She panicked and immediately stood up. Her book fell from her tighs, and she only noticed a few seconds later. She hurriedly closed it without marking the page and searched around for her pen that had fallen. Just as she touched it under the bench, and stood up she felt somebody hold her arm. She froze and her muscles clenched. 

He was breathing hard, to the point she started breathing at the same speed. He had run, the park wasn't that small. 

"Why weren't you home!? " he asked in a voice laced with poison. 

She tried to yank her hand away, but he applied so much pressure it was impossible. "Answer before you take off running!" His voice was even louder than before. She shook. 

"Because you said you were coming, " she responded in a small voice. It wasn't supposed to happen. They were not supposed to meet today. She should have kept moving around town instead of staying in one place.