It all started when a millionaire father asks his , Nope...scratch that
It all started when a millionaire father 'orders' his complex daughter who gets lost in her own thoughts to marry the son of his business partner . The key word here being compl...
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Hmmmm the Alps look absolutely beautiful .. what an extensive sight, But why is it so hot here ? Crap! my face is melting .
Jolting awake is not the sort of good morning people usually want ..
but I have Arabelle in my house who has no perception of human emotions . So she has decided that leaving the blinds completely open and letting the harsh afternoon sunlight stream in through my opaque window lighting my face on fire , is the appropriate way to wake me up .
You see I love my room and all but the stupid window is directly in the path of the sun and becomes considerably warm during the afternoon .
My eyes focus and fall on the stupid quote I hung up on my wall when I was in high school
"God is building you ,even though it might feel like he's breaking you"
Yeah right ! High school me was extremely optimistic .
A curt knock sounded on my door .. then another followed by another , until the person just decided to come in , which was fine by me because I was too lazy to get out of bed and walk to the door .
My manners disappear in the morning but crawl back once I shower and eat , which I doubt is going to be the case today.
Because my father was standing in my bedroom peering down at me with judgmental eyes . I smirk up at him and stretch my legs on the bed inclining my head back on the headboard . He just sighs and shakes his head rubbing his temples .
"Mor , you're getting married tomorrow."
My smirk falters , and all my features slacken into a frown .
He notices my change of expression and pulls out my chair seating himself with a loud huff. I just stare at him my mind running two hundred kilometers per hour.
Shit I'm getting married tomorrow !
What do I do?
I need to find a way out .
Mom ran away .
Dad is forcing me .
I don't know what to do .
Thought after thought kept slamming into my conscience ,
I can't breathe ... This is how I die , oxygen doesn't reach my brain ... my heart stops pumping blood , and then I die .... I stop being an Is and become a was .... Everybody forgets me...
Between my erratic breathing I notice dad holding my hands and shaking them yelling something .
What is he saying ? why cant I hear him?
A piercing ringing sound is the only thing filling up the room, almost like I'm in a void.
I remember Charles Baudelaire's poem the void it had a line 'I see only infinity at every window' I understood what it meant now .
