Anabelle [o.d]

Epilogue

#Epilogue  

     ANABELLE SAT ON her desk with an open book. She was feeling numb to everything and the only way to not think about her aching heart – the damn betrayal – was to study. But she wasn’t looking at her book; instead, she was looking at the window which was right opposite her desk.

Drop after drop of rain hastily fell on the window pane. They knocked on her window as if they wanted in, as if they felt lonely outside. Raindrops are never lonely. They fall one by one, but are united together eventually as they hit their unknown destination.

Can’t Anabelle have an unknown destination? Why can’t she fall somewhere and be united with someone – feel whole again, instead of the loneliness she can’t seem to rub off.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Anabelle was in another universe, that she thought the knocking came from the rain drops. It didn’t. Someone was knocking on her door. Anabelle forgot she had ordered pizza – a whole medium box of pizza for herself only. Her stomach grumbled reminding her of her lack of energy and her absolute hunger. No breakfast, neither lunch, it was five in the evening and she was surviving on an empty stomach.

Pushing her chair and regretfully taking her eyes away from the window pane, she grabbed some money from her purse and opened the door.

Her breath suddenly caught in her throat and her stomach no longer felt empty, for her heart fell into it filling it up.

“Anabelle…” he breathed out her name. He wasn’t close to her but she could still smell the strong mint of his breath. He stood there looking perfect – absolutely and utterly breath-taking that she felt self-conscious with only her tank top and sweat pants.

His hair was soaking wet. Two different colours to it; chocolate brunette peaking from the back and blonde fringe at the front that was swept to the side. His blue eyes were so defined that any good artist wouldn’t give it justice if he drew them. His cheeks are roses red, a natural rose red that Anabelle had been lacking recently.

He wasn’t pale, feverish, coughing, sneezing, throwing up or any hint of sickness on his perfect face.

“W-what… what are you doing here?” she finally found her tongue that seemed to have escaped, hiding at the back of her throat. She was the one feeling sick now. “How did you find me?”

“Scarlett gave me your address” he replied with a soft tone, only she could hear him. Jesus, of course Scarlett would do that, does she not get a hint? Does Niall not get the damn hint? She didn’t want to see anyone, especially a charming beautiful man like him.

But deep down inside, she was glad. Glad he hadn’t left her alone like she had clearly asked him to.

She tried gathering her thoughts together. They seemed to have run away and scattered into different chambers in her brain at the sight of Niall. She didn’t blame them; she wished escape was that easy at the moment.

DNA, genome, chromosomes; Niall.

Virus, bacteria, sick, sick, sick, sick; her mother.

Cure, treatment, antibiotics; Niall.

She felt his fingers touch her bare arm – right below her shoulders – hesitantly. His rough fingers drew circles on her arm, not removing his blue eyes from her own.

For the first time since she left she realised she had butterflies fighting for space in her stomach – for her heart was occupying all the space – and goose bumps attacking her body under Niall’s touch – it wasn’t the cold breeze that entered her apartment from the open door.