YOUR DAISY

Chapter 19

New update! The next chapter will probably be the last one, and then I was thinking of an epilogue (although that is up to you, it depends if you want it or not). I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

As always, please leave a star if you liked it, and comment down below your opinion.

Thank you all so much for the support, I love you!

-

They returned to S. Clement the morning after.

The air was crisp, fresh, and clean as it slipped inside Taylor's nostrils. Once they got off the carriage, the nuns returned to their tasks, and Karlie and Taylor parted ways, one going left, and the other going right. The ride back had been painfully quiet; now that the two girls both knew what their future looked like, their hopes and dreams had been crashed. There was no comfort, no calmness after the storm. They both knew that, at the end of the year, they will be separated for the rest of their lives. Taylor would turn twenty, and she would be sent to a monastery, possibly the one they had visited for the past two days. Perhaps, if fortune were by their side, Karlie would end up in the same cloister as the blonde, but realistically speaking, the chances of it happening were very small. Besides, Karlie wouldn't know how to act, if she and Taylor ended up in the same monastery but having no possibility to be together. The brunette preferred to have physical distance between them, instead of just a mental one. Here, back at the boarding school, it was starting to become impossible to stay away from Taylor. She was everywhere; at the library, at the dining hall. It was painful to stay away from her, to act as if what they did months ago had meant nothing to her. Karlie didn't regret it, on the contrary, she would turn back time just to get another little taste of the blonde shorter girl. The brunette missed her every day, she was on her mind every second and every minute of her day, whether she was praying or studying or reading, Taylor was always haunting her thoughts. It was like running through a labyrinth, but there was no escape.

Karlie had helped sister Catherine carry the nun's bags back to her room, and had felt the sister's curious gaze on her for the entirety of their walk towards the chamber. Fortunately, sister Catherine hadn't asked anything, and the brunette had used the excuse that she had to study in order to escape her interrogatory eyes. Even sitting at the library, Karlie couldn't even focus on the words written on the book that smelt like ancient. She recalled reading one of Petrarch's sonnets once, and how she had thought that it suited Taylor perfectly. It was curious, how a single poet had found the words to describe a person that he loved with his entire heart. Karlie stood up from her seat, looking for that book again. When she found it, she searched for that same sonnet and found it at the very end of page thirteen. Petrarch described his love's blonde hair, how the soft breeze scattered the sweet gold and how it gathered in a lovely knot of curls. Now longing for her, now truly seeing her, the sonnet said. It had made Karlie think of Taylor's short, slightly curly blonde hair, the way it covered her forehead when there was a slight breeze in the spring air. It made her think about the first time they had kissed, how the simple lingering of their lips had made Karlie long for her. And it made her think about their first time making love, how the brunette had truly seen her in a way nobody had ever seen before. After reading that sonnet for the millionth time, Karlie stood up with a shaking heart in her ribcage, and decided that she needed a nap. She slowly exited the library, a small frown upon her thin lips as she walked through the empty hallways. Karlie passed by the ajar doors of the church, but stopped when hearing the haunting sound of an organ. The brunette froze; it was obviously Taylor. She recognized the notes of the song, and was surprised when the music was suddenly matched with a quiet and trembling voice. It was hesitant, but it was simply Taylor's. But what made Karlie's breath hitch wasn't the fact that the blonde was on the other side of the door, it was the fact that she was singing her song. She couldn't remember the last time she's heard it, but her pulse accelerated as soon as the first words reached her alert ears.