Her P.O.V
"He's not speaking to me, Chiara. Did I miss something?" Declan muttered, nearing his face to my ear while dropping off my herbal tea on the table.
My gaze trailed to an already familiar figure by the counter, scribbling something down
fastidiously and then
biting
the top of the pen unconciously.
"I think he..." I said in deep thought, turning my attention to the sugar teaspoon Declan was pouring into my cup, "rumours run too fast."
I pushed my chair away from the table, mouthing "sorry" to the customers who cringed at the screeching sound. My hands dropped on the counter in a dramatic noise in order to catch Faust's attention.
"So what's with the gelled hair, is that the new trend? I must have missed it," I said nonchalantly, dismissing the puffiness
of his eyes.
"You're welcome, there you go," he said as he handed some change to an old lady. His voice sounded hoarse,
dry.
Then, he faced me.
"This is the least I can do to show up at work after some crappy last night's sleep, but,
of course,
you wouldn't know about this, you seem like you got a pretty nice sleep last night, huh?"
"Wow... doesn't sound like you at all," I said, a little annoyed at his snappy tone.
"But that's exactly what you want
right? The least you hear from me,
the best,
cause then you can go snuggle in his arms with no guilt."
My eyes widened at the stones and knives he kept throwing at my face.
I slipped my arms away from the counter and sighed, "I know I'm a bit confusing and misleading...and it seems like I should have explained everything before, cause it's gone out of hand."
"Explain what, Chiara? Is that even your name?
Chiara?
I don't even know where to lay out my trust anymore," he said, pushing himself a few feet away and turning to the wall.
He stayed for a few breaths.
"I'm sorry. You look... I'm sorry to cause this but please, let me explain. Just once, and then you can go.
Or stay.
It's just... still overwhelming to me. Anyway, my apartment uh... tonight at 8pm.
Yes?"
He swallowed and locked eyes with me. An intensity I didn't see coming burst in my
lungs. A blaze
discharged to my chest. His eyes roamed my face,
intimidating me- but I didn't look down.
"Okay."
And then he left.
Tore apart a string
that attached me
to
him.
YOU ARE READING
I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoetryI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
