… The Next Morning…
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Melody's POV:
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Is it possible to not be able to close my eyes for even minutes? This question was answered last night, since I didn’t sleep at all. The only thing that made my eyes blink constantly, are my silent tears. Why did I have to lie to him?
Why didn’t I jump in his arms and admit how much I love him! Why didn’t I fight for us! “You did it to protect his and his mother’s lives.” My mind reminds me, and I calm my raging thoughts. I don’t want to leave the room at all, till the day of the dreadful engagement party.
Before his departure to work, my dad told Albert to ask for my decision. I fought every angel in me, and released my demonic approval. Just then, my dad left without even holding me, without showing me all of the affection I used to admire him for, all the time. Albert became the new messenger between my dad and me; he informed me that the party would be held here in two days. Two days, and my table of life will be turned upside down.
I called Camille to come over, since I don’t want to be left alone anymore. I feel like a presence of a close friend, could lighten up my mind from the harsh shadow of reality. My best friend forced me to dress up in something other than my Pjs; she even combed my hair and flushed me with light makeup(http://www.polyvore.com/retro_sass/set?id=113788960&lid=3328693).
Why to dress up? Why to give a care about anything anymore? My life is being controlled over my will, I’ve hurt the only person that made me feel humane, and I lost interest in anything going over my life. Ironic isn’t it?
“Cheer up, please Mellie. Philip is a great guy, not to mention that his dad owns Lion enterprises. I’m sure you’ll be happy with him… come let’s sit outside, maybe nature will be a better reliever than I am, Hehe.” I admire how hard Camille is trying to revive my spirit, but nothing actually can.
She isn’t in my shoes to feel what I feel, but even though she doesn’t know about Harry and I. I wonder how she would react if she knew the entire reason for my quick engagement? As we walk outside, she sits on the edge of my chair, and we stare into the green field.
Silence, this is what I need. This is what I have been craving for, from the past night. My body relaxes to the chirping of the birds, and my hair slightly whips to the blowing of the wind.
Camille nudges my rib softly, and I look up to her attention. She looks at me, then at Harry cleaning the pool, then back at me to send a wink. “Who’s he?” She asks in a flirty matter, and I shrug. “Does he work here?”I nod. I don’t want to speak, and I can’t even stand looking at him anymore.
Every time I look at him, I feel like my insides want to explode, I am guilty for making both of us reach this point. If only I could turn back time and erase that scene. “You know, just saying, if you’d suit him up and comb his hair; I’d be all over him.”
I glare at Camille unintentionally, as jealousy flows through my blood vesicles. “Shut up and let’s enjoy the weather.” I whine hopelessly, and my friend laughs. Harry, if you could hear me now, I love you and I wish I died before I broke your heart…
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The Pool Boy
FanfictionBeauty, Wealth, and a high rated Social Life is not everything that could carve you as a perfect 20 year old. This is what Melody Cramer found out after she witnessed the depth of her emptiness. How would a single boy, that is the complete opposite...
