Eliza Haque is just another ordinary girl. She has a loving family, and even more loving friends. Recently having just graduated out of Imperial with her Criminal Psychology degree, she finds herself unemployed. What could be more frustrating than n...
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I watch her.
To keep her safe.
To keep me at rest, at peace.
But why do I feel nothing but peace.
My heart yearns to be with her, yet I know it isn't possible. She doesn't know me, she doesn't remember, or she doesn't care.
But I cannot stop myself.
Eliza has become a bad habit, and I have become an addict. She would be the illegal drug that people tell you not to take, but once you do it once, you're hooked.
I think I am playing myself; I've set myself to only get hurt surely?
I shake my head, Eliza is worth more than anything in the world. I can only imagine the day she can remember me, or one memory that we share together.
Sigh.
But currently she is upset, and it was very easy to tell.
I silently watch from amongst the crowd, watching what was occurring within the room that she was within. Her rosy cheeks, and tear stained face, mascara was running down alongside. She was tired, her puffy eyes easily gave it away. Oh how tempted I am to just run up to her and hold her in my embrace. But I can't. I mustn't.
She looks longingly towards the photographs of her and her cousin. I can tell she is heartbroken. As if someone was clenching her heart with their very own hands. As if someone pierced and stabbed her, a thousand times. I could tell as a single tear travelled down her right cheek.
I temporarily lose track of time and mindlessly walk closer towards the door, only to bump into a figure.
"Watch where you're going," A man whispers into my ears. I turn to face him, before carefully nodding. He was right, I couldn't get too close to her, she wasn't ready.
Instead I'll carry on watching.
As I wonder outside, the cold air slaps me around the face. Much deserved.
The howling carries on whispering sweet nothings into my ears. Although it was quite the contrary of being sweet.
Going with the flow, I hide myself from the eyes of the only girl that I care about. Careful not to get caught once again.
She is yet again crying, her eyes now having changed to the colour red. To the colour of blood at had spilt from her very own dear cousin.
Oh how I wish to make her happy again, to see her beautiful smile radiating like the sun. I just could not get enough of her. It's as if she's the source of the light and I'm the moth attracted to her.
A guy, not one that I recognise, comes up to her pulling her into a hug, consoling her. He whispers something into her ear, which temporarily causes her to laugh. I clench my jaw, and turn my hands into fists. That guy should be me. I should have the right to make her happy. He soon pulls away and walks off, and all my mind can do is send invisible bombs to his head. How dare he? How dare he touch my Eliza?
Shaking my head, I silently take in the rest of my surroundings. Here in the not so quiet field, the rain starts to cry alongside my beautiful girl in front of me. The wind carries on chilling my inner core, as it tries to calm those around me.
In all honesty, I didn't care about Mahira. Yes her death was sad, but so what? She died. She's dead. It's over, no need to make such a big deal out of it. But then I remember how important she must have been to my dear Eliza and instant guilt over flushes me.
Eliza carries on crying waterfalls whilst hugging and clutching onto several different people. Feeling out of place in this intimate event, I decide for once to not carry on watching her - a result to this sudden guilt I am feeling.
I'm sorry, my love.
*** A/n: I really enjoy writing unknown POVs so decided to surprise with a third update so soon. Do enjoy! Make sure to vote, comment and share.
