Infinity >> H.S

Part 1

Here's the first chapter! Also, a Lovely picture of Ellen Page aka Freya, at the top ^^^^^

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"down to earth, keep on falling when I know it hurts. "

Numb. Numb. Numb.

That's all Freya felt. All Freya wanted to feel. She wanted - needed to be drowned in complete an utter numbness. Perhaps that way...the pain would be more bearable.

She lifted the bottle and took another swig of the bitter vodka. The drink burnt as it slid down her throat. But she welcomed it. It served as a distraction for her current situation. A distraction of what went wrong. A distraction of the agony she was now immersed in.

Freya shut her dulled hazel brown eyes as she was once again strewn with a memory.

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The birds chirped melodiously and the sun shone brightly. It's warmth enveloping Freya as she laid on the over grown green grass. Her hand glided across the page as she created slight strokes with her pencil.

Her brows furrowed in concentration. She could see it now. The drawing was taking shape. She glanced up again at the beginnings of the dense forest. Her eyes attempted to swallow in as much detail as they could before refocusing on the paper.

Freya was caught up.

Lost.

Lost in her own world ; where only her, the pencil and the paper existed. Nothing less and nothing more. Freya was so caught up that she failed to hear the pair of footsteps approaching .

"You're quite the artist."

Freya nearly jumped out of her own skin. Her eyes widened as she glanced at the figure that seated itself beside her.

He was beautiful. That was the only way she could describe the person next to her. And even that word done no justice to this strangers appearance.

She was entranced. Her mind falling into a rabbit hole at the mere sight of him. She,momentarily forgetting of the forest before her.

He was different. A good different. The kind of different that would cause a person to stop and look again.
He was a work of art. Her hands itched to draw him.

To draw the way his pretty green eyes sparkled as he observed her drawing. To draw his way too long hair that seemed to fall perfectly as it reached past his shoulders. To draw the way his plump, pink lips danced with a tiny hint of a smile. To draw the way his impossible strong jawline moved as he chewed on his gum.

To draw him.

Freya seemed to return to her senses as she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Thank you." She spoke quietly - her voice barely over a whisper.

He finally looked up at her and smiled - a breathtaking smile. A dimple popped in his left cheek and if possible, Freya found herself falling deeper into the rabbit hole.

"I'm Harry." He introduced , stretching out a hand.

"Freya." she replied, gently taking ahold of his hand. Tiny shivers ran up her spine as their skin touched. His fingers wrapped gently around her hand, which was small in comparison to his ,and they shook each others hands slowly. Freya could not help but notice the firm softness his hands carried. Her eyes stayed locked with his.

"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl. " he remarked cheesily.

Freya found herself blushing at his clichè comment. As cheesy as it was she found it cute. Playfully she rolled her eyes. They continued to smile at each other, until a question struck her.

"How did you find this place? " she asked. She had thought that she was the only one that knew of this place. Besides her brother of course. He was the one that first introduced her to this beautiful scenery . He brought her here after she had gone through a really nasty break up.

They had a picnic and he cracked stupid jokes in order to distract her of the heartache she felt. It had worked. Soon it became a tradition for them to have a picnic once a week at this very spot. Everyday she would look forward to the day they had their picnic. There was something about this place that intrigued Freya and left her thirsty for more.

They continued the tradition.

That is, until it happened .

Freya gulped. Forcing the thought away before she could cry.

"Well, I was taking a stroll nearby and happened to stumble upon this beauty. " he explained looking at the forest ahead, his eyes dancing with appreciation.

"And I'm quite glad I did. " His eyes met hers.

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Freya rubbed tiredly on her eyes as the memory ended, causing some of her beverage to splash out of the bottle. She ignored the tiny mess she made. She took one last sip of the drink before lying back against the sofa and closing her eyes.

Her mind was blank. Just the way she preferred it to be. However she was well aware that the blankness would not last forever a and that when the memories and pain returned,  they would hit her like a tidal wave.

Slowly she felt herself drift off into dreamless sleep.

"down to earth, keep on falling when I know it hurts. "

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Excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. They shall be fixed soon. The chapters are all going to be a bit short, as this is a short story.

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- Nazihah