YOUR DAISY

Chapter 10

here is one of my favorite chapters! next one is already finished, btw. i wanted to ask you, do you prefer these regular updates with slightly shortish chapters or would you like lesser updates but longer chapters? i have a lot of free time now, but once i have to start studying again it will be really hard updating just as regularly. so please tell me what you think in the comments!

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Karlie was strange during dinner.

She was constantly looking at Taylor, watching her attentively as the blonde chewed her food. The burning sensation within her stomach didn't help either as her observant stares only fueled the fire inside of her. It was almost time to go back to their rooms when the blonde finally decided to bring it up. "Karlie? Is something bothering you?"

The brunette seemed surprised by the sudden question. However, her eyes looked around them as she leant in across the table and whispered, "Can you meet me at the storage room tonight?"

Taylor blushed, feeling her heart clench at the sight of her green irises so up close. Not trusting her own voice, the blonde quickly nodded and a grateful smile lit up Karlie's face. "Same hour, then,"

The bell then rang, and without another word, the brunette stood up and disappeared between the mass of girls heading towards the exit. Taylor went back to her room.

She found her leather journal still tucked underneath the white sheets, where she had left it that afternoon, and since she knew she had to stay up all night and be ready when the moon would filter through her window, Taylor sat down on her bed and picked the small notebook. She opened it with a sigh, staring down at the ink that resembled her feelings.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't you aren't doing it right

It was the chorus of her song. A song that she now called don't blame me, because she never intended on falling in love with a girl. It was extremely forbidden by the Bible, but as long as she didn't act upon those feelings, she knew she was safe. God wouldn't be disappointed in her and the nuns would never find out about her thoughts about the taller girl. However, she wished things were different. She wished she could hold Karlie's hand, put her head on her shoulder, wrap her arms around her and hold her tight at night. As far as her mind didn't wander too much, she wouldn't be sinning. However, she couldn't help but think about how it would feel like to kiss her, to entangle her hands through her soft brunette hair, to feel Karlie's hands on her body. But she never dared to imagine more than that. She could not. She had to get rid of these feelings as soon as possible, but how could she, when Karlie was right in front of her? When she kept spending time with her despite her ever growing feelings of desire, of longing, of pining and of love? That's why, in her song, she had written that love made her crazy. Because that's what it was causing her. It was making her go mad, it frustrated her to no end. For her, it was incredibly unfair to have the one thing you love and yearn the most right in front of you, but having no access to them, no power to reach them and be with them the way you truly want to.

How could you let this happen?, she thought, as finally the moonlight touched her ankles. She gingerly stood, looking down at her grey kirtle, which covered the ivory wool chemise as it kept her warm. Her trembling fingers kneaded through her wavy blonde tresses. Taylor took a deep breath, shut her journal and put it inside her drawer, and finally exited the room. Outside it was strangely quiet, but she was used to it by now. The soft sound of her silky shoes padding along the cobblestone echoed throughout the hallway. The corridor where the storage room was situated was darker than usual, and Taylor noticed one of the hanging torches was extinguished. The blonde took a deep breath, her knuckles hitting lightly the wooden door of the storage room.