an orphans diary

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was awoken by a sudden and annoying knocking on my new room's balcony doors. I rolled over in my bed hoping it would stop but still it persisted, much to my displeasure. slowly i got out of bed to go and see who it was that had woken me up at this ungodly hour, i mean it was half-two in the morning... seriously who is even up at this time and whoever it was needs a life. 

When i reached the doors they suddenly swung open and much to my surprise the oldest boy in the orphanage was standing there and from what i can remember from the previous day when i first met him his name was Isaac but i couldn't be sure.

There I was standing there in just my pyjamas, on the balcony, on this midsummer's night and it was surprisingly chilly for this time of year. I was looking toward the open freedom of the starry night sky and then i had a strange thought and i wondered what it would be like to fly. I jumped nearly out of my skin when i heard someone clear their throat and then i remembered what the reason was for me being out here at this time.

A figure stepped forward but i couldn't quite make out their face due to the fact it was too dark to see it, then it stepped forward again and this time i became surely aware of who it was. It was the oldest boy here, it was Isaac. He had dirty blonde hair and deep mysterious emerald eyes that seemed to illuminate his face and tan his skin slightly in this light. His roughly 6ft height towered over my small   5ft4'' frame.

‘‘Hello, I’m Isaac.'' He said introducing himself.

‘‘Hello, I’m Alice'' i said introducing myself.

Then he went on to say. '' I’m sorry for waking you at this hour i just wanted to talk and get to know you better without anyone to disturb us and get the wrong impression.''

My answer was simple but efficient it was a simple okay. Out of the corner of my eye i could see him looking at me almost like he was admiring me. He was kind of stunned when he realised that i had started another conversation with him. There was something about this boy that intrigued me and drew me to him like a magnet to a nail and made me forget all my grief and sadness. All i wanted to do was be close to him, get know him and become friends. Even over time become more than friends i hoped more than ever.

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There we stood on my balcony talking and laughing so much that our sides hurt. we had just stopped talking, when out of the blue he was holding my hand in silence and this silence wasn't awkward at all it felt kind of comfortable and slightly homely and the feeling when i was holding his hand was amazing it felt right and like it had been there for years and felt like it belonged there and even more it made me feel safe. all of this made me confused and my confusion must have shown in my expression because concern spread across his face. for a moment i thought he would withdraw his hand but yet it still remained making me feel even more secure.

''Are you okay? you seemed confused about something. ‘he asked 

''I'm sorry but it’s just holding your hand it feels right and like it has been there for years and it feels like it belongs there and even more it makes me feel safe.'' when i was saying this i thought he must think i was crazy or something or he would laugh at me, but when he didn't i was quite shocked.

''Do you know what strange? i feel exactly the same and that all the grief I’ve ever felt just disappears when you're around!" he said replying to my statement

‘‘But what does this all mean?'' i asked still confused

‘‘I don't know but whatever it is i don’t want to let it go.'' he said with determination hinting in the edge of his voice.

‘‘Neither does. I but what shall we do about this?'' i asked even more confused

'' I think we should just see where it goes for now and see what will happen to us.'' he said making all my questions and confusion melt of into the deep night.