A girl that doesn't believe in love meets a boy that can't stop making her fall in love.
Will she be able to tell him he started feeling love for him?
Let's see.
#3graysondolanfanfic
#2dolantwinsfanfiction
I'm standing in front of the glass of her mansion that doesn't let me see what happens inside, because of the black curtains. It's been two weeks since she closed herself into that panuc room and I can't do anything about that because that's how it works:she closes herself in that room and I can't see her, talk to her, see if she is still alive or not. She doesn't even eat,drink or go to the bathroom. Only the back of the house will tell me what is happining inside that room.
I don't like spying her but, whenever she's hurt in there, I'm afraid she'll nver come out of there anymore, because the pain clouds her rationality and I know that she can't control her body anymore, that's why I'm here...in the back of our house to see whats she's doing.
I'm standing here and look at her. She's okay physically. She's sitting between the library and the glass wall, covered by the curtains, her knees to her chest and a book on them. Nothing is where it always is:the sofa is not in the middle of the room like it always is...it is on the opposite side of the library, attached to the wall, the little coffe table is near it and the carpet is rolled and leaned on the glass wall frome where I'm spying her. I saw this rom 3 years ago, it is a huge dark room, in the middle of it theres a big turkish carpet with dark colors, a black sofa that has a coffe table near it on the side. The greates thing in this room is the library,fool of books that she collected over the years.
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I look at her and she doesn't have her clothes on. She's only wearing her panties and bra. I can see how she's shaking...that's what she does when she's here.
I can't see which book she's reading, but I notice that half of the books that are usually in the library are now on the floor...that's when I see something different on the wood of it. There's a drawing and the colored chalks are beside it.
I try to focus on it in order to understand what she drew and, while I stand there in silence, a raindrop falls on my cheeck. I look up at the sky and the sun is nowhere to be seen. Soon after the first raindrop, another one, leans harshly on the back of my hand. I move my eyes from the sky to the drawing again. It is hard to understand what it is because the rain is starting to fall on the clear glass, that is now my only friend ,because it allows me to see the truth.
All I can see is a blurry person surrounded by other people that are apparently naked. It has dark colors: that's the only thing I see for sure. I look at her for a minute but than she lifts her head up and I back up in order for her to not see me.
She looks at the woods for a couple of miutes than gets up. She keeps on staring at the forest that hides our house. She bought this house because it was lost in nowhere, in the darkness and lonelyness...that's what she told me when she first showed it to me.
My thoughts stop when I see her moving. I run and hide behind a tree when I see her walking towards me. I don't want to invade her privacy but I'm into this now. She always leaves me alone for weeks when she comes here, and I have no other way to find the truth but doing this.
