Why would she have a heart-shaped pillow? Elias thought. Grabbing Jasmine by the wrists, he pulled her off the bed and held her up, not letting go for fear that she might attempt to stab herself again. Sewed onto the pillow in bright red were bold letters: E-L-I-A-S. Oh God! What have I done! He screamed inside as red crawled up the back of his neck and spread across his cheeks.
He pushed Jasmine back onto the bed, leaving her limp in shock and confusion, and jumped to grab the dagger. Looking back at her, he noticed that her eyes were clouded with misery; unfocused and dull. This was not a good time to talk with her. Leaving her in her daze, Elias walked around the room, taking in every little piece of detail. Hanging on a black fabric mannequin was a stunning pale white dress. Silver heels rested on the floor beside the mannequin, along with an all-to-familiar set of crystal earrings.
Holding his gaze on it a little too long, he tore his gaze away and looked toward her dresser. Just as he had expected, an exact replica of the mysterious masquerade girl's silver-decorated mask lay in an open box lined with padding. Realization hit him like a thorn, and Elias awkwardly stepped backward, tripping over his own foot and landing on the wooden floor with a loud thump.
"I-it can't be!" Elias whimpered, head whipped back in anguish. Jasmine was the girl behind the mask! He stood up from his splayed heap and scuttled back to where Jasmine was starting to get up. This wasn't the time to confront her about her identity.
Cooing gently to her, Elias helped the bedraggled girl out of bed and walked her out of the house, the knife securely hidden from her view. Jasmine followed him blankly, her mind in a completely different world. They headed to the park, hand in hand, walking down the narrow roads in silence.
"Jasmine," he whispered, hoping to snap her out of it. There was no response to his gently murmured words, and he turned her to face him. The cloud fogging her eyes was fading like mist, clearing in seconds, though there still was no happy sparkle in them. There was still no shimmer that told him she was fully back. Well, that's going to change soon, Elias thought to himself.
With that, he leaned toward her and gave her a little peck on the cheek, gentle but passionate, expressing every emotion that he felt in that single moment.
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Tell The Truth -{Completed}
Художественная прозаThis story is about a girl named Jasmine. She lives in Manarola, Italy, surrounded by cliffs. For the first time since she had a crush, she tries to tell him about her feelings toward him, but things go terribly wrong. *Disclaimer* All art and music...
