Maximus' POV of The Lone Dove: #2
Maximus Myers, a treasure to the Queen City High School, his own parents attended and fell in love. His mindset was not a mirror image of his father's, being a businessman was not his main goal when his mother, Anna...
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CHAPTER 17: Playing Masked Hero
It wasn't the weather that bothered me. The wind was harsh, as if it had its own teeth, it took as many bites as a shark might from my skin, it caught our sniffles in its traitorous hands. I never once welcomed it but, rather cursed it when I stare at the girl who saved me from my own shackled hole. I was surrounded by my friends and my thoughts were with my family...but, she did something so foreign to me, I couldn't really explain this sensation I had whenever I saw her.
The leaves that twirled around her boots, curling her hair in its mist was almost magical had she not rescued us from hell first. It truly felt like hell.
I didn't have Poppy.
Everything around me, on me...I felt weak, I felt so incredibly useless as my wounds would dry in their natural healing course but, nothing felt sealed, my walls were cracked and my heart fell apart at the sight of the unknown.
My mind didn't know what to do so my heart had done all the thinking and it bawled out for Poppy. My grunting would turn into whimpers which led me to sob until my body would heave and retch in its form. I felt ripped apart and the worst is to be ripped from the inside. I was gutted, I was choked and I knew then, what it felt like to be truly alone.
But, staring up at her, she'd fascinated me like no other, I was practically infatuated. She stood there, pacing sometimes but, standing so still other times that I genuinely feared the ice of the wind would bite at her softness and all I wanted to do in that moment was enveloping her in my warmth. I can be warm for her.
I can't take it anymore when suddenly her eyes, the sharpest of them all slows down my thinking as she gives me a slight shake of her head. She's convinced I couldn't comfort her but, it was I that needed comforting right now.
I know I was being pathetically selfish but, she could make me feel as though everything around us may be falling apart but, as long as she was secure in my arms, with me, we could get through anything.
I could get through anything.
Rosa-belles clears her dry throat as I gulp on more water, Poppy's turned around now, facing the house that already haunted us all, the dulled pain in my wrists are a clear reminder.
"I know this question may be a little obvious but, were you not scared, in the very least frightened, to go in there alone, Poppy?" Rosa-belle asks, her courage running mountain high as even I wasn't sure how Poppy would react to the question. How I'd react to the question and I...couldn't find the courage to ask.
"To even come all the way out here alone. I could never hold that kind of courage." She says exactly what I feel and I watch the back of Poppy's head the entire time, her eyebrows furrow over her shoulder and she turns to us fully now.
The scrape of the moon shattering its light rays through the leaves of the bushy cave has my mouth suddenly watering at the...the sight of her...it focuses a blanked error in my system and I can never think straight whenever she's involved.
