Enchanter (A Grant Gustin FanFiction)

15. Your Strong

Grant

I can't sleep. I just can't. Even though am so exhausted, tired and my head is throbbing, my eyes just won't close enough to make me fall asleep. I slowly push myself up on my elbows, looking at Allegro. She looks so beautiful under the moonlight coming through her windows. But, I do know now that there are a hundred secrets hiding behind those sapphire blue eyes, which can make anyone lose their mind, weaken their knees. 

My Allegro, she is so brave, and strong. But she just wavered in front of me today. I had been there for her and I knew she did not mind it. However, I had also seen the fear, and pain behind the beauty. I had seen their are scars and flaws behind the breathtaking smile. But they are covered up and are save within four walls, the walls built by her. All these years, she has hidden it and all the secrecy has led her to stop thinking about it. She knows that if she keeps the door closed and doesn't knock on it, there will be nobody to open the door- the door of pain. 

Taking in a deep breath, I run my thumb along her bottom lip.  Slowly, I lean over to plant a small kiss, my actions causing me to make my heart race a bit. She moves a little, but doesn't wake up.

I wonder what she has been through. I want to know. I want to be let in.

I push myself off the bed and land my feet on the cold floor. It's cold. I cross the room to increase the temperature. My eyes travel to a small picture hanging on the wall. I squint and try to get the picture in the small amount of moonlight coming through the windows. My eyes fix on a younger Allegro, a very young one indeed. I reach up and pull down the picture. I walk towards the moonlight, looking at the picture in my hands. She must be 6 or 7 years old. My eyes settle on the woman next to her. Her long, dark hair falls over her shoulders. It takes me sometime before I notice the same jawline, the blue, piercing eyes. She has got a beautiful body, a well-appreciated one. Allegro sits on the woman's lap and both of them smile towards the camera. 

Her mother. It's Allegro's mother. I smile at the picture, absolutely adoring the innocence of the young Allegro.

I look around the walls of the room, trying to find another picture of her with her father. To find the familiarity in a man's face. However, my eyes fall on a small square machine. I reach over the machine and pick it up in my hands, realizing its a Tablet. I fire up the machine and sit down on the couch placed at one corner of the room. It takes a few minutes and I look over to see Allegro in a deep slumber. I know she won't like it, but I need to know about her.  

The device starts up, emitting a lot of light and hurting my eyes. I reduce the light. My eyes are greeted with a beautiful picture of four people. I recognize the two girls as Willa and Allegro and it also consists of a man and a woman. However, my eyes stick on the two girls. Willa and Allegro look striking and both of their personalities together make a dangerous and strong bond. Willa's hair is cropped short and Allegro's long blond hair is let down in loose waves over her shoulders. Allegro wears a red dress with a slit till her knees. The wine red dress highlights the blue of her eyes. Willa looks tinier and skinnier ,compared to Allegro, in her jade green dress. My eyes travel up and down the screen before pausing at a folder named "Assignments and Works". I tap it and a list opens. 

I click on the first one and a composition opens.

  English Assignment 3                                                

Everyone has their own demons. Some tend to show it, some do not. But, is it wrong to show them too much? I don't think so. Originally, there are too many complications. I have been encountering them with a lot of strength. 

Well, here is the tragic actuality. Nobody loves me. There are certainly boys trying to gain physical attention. But nobody loves me. I don't blame them. If I would be at their position, I would have tried to avoid the girl who sits at the back of the class, making jeer comments at the teacher. I wouldn't like a girl to whom physical attraction is the only attraction. A girl who is strong, doesn't fear anything.

But what they don't see is the broken part. I don't want them too. Every part of my life changes. I learnt to move on. I changed my location left my previous personality, my memories, everything behind. Everything that reminded me. That poked me at the corner till it pained so much that the area grew numb, feeling less. I don't visit the places I've  forsaked  already. Because the moment I try it, I will break.

I am ready to push myself ahead of my breaking point and try not to break. I'll push to the limits. 

The passage continues and my eyes widen as I recognize the writer of it. 

It's Allegro's paragraph. Her composition. A discussion about her life. An entry to her life- to Allegro's world. 

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I read until my eyes heart. I don't think it has been long, but my eyes have been going fast, reading through every line, reaching for every part of my broken Allegro. I am not quite sure that she will like me going through her personal files. But, she won't talk to me. She will shut me out. 

I switch off the machine, before placing it back on its place and heading towards the bed. Slowly, I climb under the covers, being careful not to wake up Allegro. She doesn't wake up and am relieved. I drift close to her so much that I can hear her breathing. I look at her face, lit under the moonlight, not caring about the world. But I know that this Allegro won't be there when those pale blue eyes will bore into me. I know she will look like the most mischievous, darkest girl I've ever met. 

I stare at her. This girl has such a broken side, such a dark past. But she moved on; she didn't dwell on it like others. 

I unawarely drift off to sleep. That night, my dreams are clouded by a small girl, crying, playing the piano, trying to terminate her pain. The blue eyes widening in fear, terror filling every ounce of them. And the woman with those blue eyes growing up into an angel. A so, so , so sad and dark angel. 

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