Hidden in Plain View: Normily 2

Chapter 14: Trying to Heal

Chapter 14: Trying to Heal
He wasn't trying to escape reality or trying to miracle work something into making Emily feel "normal" again. Norman doesn't expect taking her to some remote island to make her not want to hurt herself, but if it was to delay the inevitable, then he wanted to try is hardest to try and make her see him in this light of love, trust, and hope. You can't make someone want to live, especially if they're not happy. You can't force them to be happy or love life again. To force them, is unfair, and that's the truth. Norman knows it. Taking her to Fiji isn't his way of forcing her, or changing her mind. He's just simply trying to hold onto her as long as he can without interuptions.
Sitting on the half wall, looking over Emily sleeping, the ocean breeze flows passed Norman and into the room. She looks normal now. Slumber does that to everyone. Gazing at her, Norman feels his heart breaking. How long would he have with her? How long could he keep her like this? Like she used to be? How long until she tries to leave him forever? What could he possibly do to help her realize that he's nothing without her? It sounds cliche to him, but he is nothing without Emily. He doesn't care about his career or figure any more. He doesn't care if the Walking Dead Fans love him. Or that he's getting more offers for movies and other things. None of that compares to being with Emily. Being with someone who makes him feel loved and alive, or had made him feel this way.
Looking over the island below, his mind catches his own struggles with life. He too, like Emily, had thought numerous times about ending his heart beat. The only thing ever keeping him from doing so was Mingus. Now Emily is also the best reason. He loves her. Everything about her, from her eyes to her caring heart. Her laugh, smile, soft skin, and everything else one might notice about her. But what he loves most about her, is her heart. Her strong, full heart that never stops growing for people. She loves everything and everyone. She never has pet peeves about people because she grows to love them too, no matter how annoying they are. The moon cascades over the water, loominating the ocean's tide and the playing dolphins, who refuse to sleep at this time of night. A rustle comes from behind Norman and he turns to find Emily, standing in the middle of the wood floor.
She's still as a wall and a slight sway takes over her body. A sway so suddle, that you truly have to look hard to find it, but Norman doesn't have to look hard at all to notice it. He's always intune with her and her movements. Turning so his legs are now parallel with the wall, he doesn't get up or leave the sill. She doesn't move to him either, but let's her eyes shine on his. Her dress is slightly wrinkled from sleeping in it, and her hair is ever so slightly dissarray. The moon shines brightly in the room and Norman notices her heart beat from far across the room. Her foot picks up off the floor and she slowly moves forward, toward Norman. He hardly notices small tears crushing from his eyes and staining his cheeks. When she gets to him, he turns and she sits on the wall with him. Both facing each other in the glow of the moon.
Leaning forward, she slowly reaches up and wipes a resent tear off of Norman's face. He catches her hand just before she can wipe the others away. Stopping like a deer in head lights, Emily just stares up into Norman's eyes- a clash of sapphire eyes that could blind the world. Kissing her palm, Norman doesn't stop looking at her. Her palm is soft and comforting to him. Holding it loosly in his, he lets his fingers slide over each line as he tries to memorize how each one looks and feels beneath his fingers. Emily, fragile and still captivated by his eyes, lets her breath shallow out and thin to almost nonexistence.
No words escape either of their lips, but both hold a conversation with their touches and gazes. He moves his other hand to the side of her face, where a tiny tear has appeared and slides down her right cheek, catching the moon in its wake. His hand allows its fingers to play in her long messy hair as his other hand now moves to her thinning waist. He mentally counts her ribs as his right thumb slides up each one. Her hands are still in her lap and she is as hard and stiff as a statue. When he breaks his posture, he leans forward to her, never leaving her eyes or her body with his hands. He face stops at the right side of her face, where his mouth reaches her ear.
"Whatever you set for yourself, where it's death or life... I am here." His hand reaches up to her beating heart and she feels tears leaving her eyes like soldiers running into battle. "I love you no matter what and always will. I can't decide for you, but I have given you an outlet. This island. This house... it's yours for your choosing."
He allows his breath to shallow as he tries not to break.
"I love you. Emmy I love you and I want you to be happy. Even it's not here, with me. I... I won't leave you no matter what you choose. I just want you to know that I won't ever stop loving you no matter what you feel. I can't make you want to live, but I can only love you." Pulling back from her, Norman shakily kisses her cheek that is steeped with tears and then her lips. He has nothing left to say or plead for. He has nothing left to lose, because no matter what else he has, if he looses Emily, he lost the world. Leaning back against the wall, he looks deep in her eyes, only hoping that something will connect in her. When she stops looking at him, his heart breaks. Was she really choosing death over his love? Was this it?