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TEOSB: Five
The Eyes of Someone Blue: Five“I’ll look after you.” DAY THREE: WEDNESDAY The passion nearly killed me. Please stop. I pleaded in my thoughts, but no one could read me. Me-wanting-to-shove-him-away was impossible. His lips were too forceful on mine, and it took all my strength and focus away to do so. I pulled away, leaving both of us panting. His warm breath lingered on my skin as my mind tried to snap out of all that just happened. Now, everything went robotic and hesitant. My hands still on his chest, feeling his thunder-like heart beats striking me. Once again, my eyes went on glow mode, releasing tear after tear as he glanced at me. I need to run. And hide from all of this. It’s a whole big chunk of mess. He watched me flee. It’s an honour to be the first girl who ran away, not towards him. I call it the great escape. - - - I leaned my back onto the room door I locked, putting the confusion aside. While panting, I rest my hand on the heartbeats, feeling them as they beat. So loud. So rapid. Too fast, it was for my system. I’m dying here. Why won’t anyone help me? Nothing I did would erase it off my mind. So I picked my guitar, and rested it on my lap. Playing a song, no one but me understands, helped sooth my nostalgic mind – well, just a little. I shut my eyes and let my soul go into closure, I started singing the words I wanted to speak, the feelings I needed to preach. “Someone like you and all you know and how you speak, countless lovers under cover of the street, you know that I could use somebody, someone like you.” Please go away, I conjured, but he wouldn’t listen. The vision was set on replay, like an auto-control remote that’s forcing me to watch it, until I languish, I can’t get it out of my head. “Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep, waging wars to shake the poet and the beat, I hope it's gonna make you notice, it’s gonna make you notice someone like me.” This feeling was most frightening – I couldn’t even describe it. At least, others fade overtime, but this is like a scar, and scars are forever. So this is what love does to you. Well, I’m sure this isn’t what I wished for. I think. - - - DAY FOUR: THURSDAY No one bothered to give me a morning call. That was pleasing, actually. Since there was no one to wake me up from sleep, I gave myself an opportunity to slack and relax. The sun rises, the sun sets, I’m still in bed. Just waiting, and waiting as I go. Although I should be knocking on David’s door by now, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I don’t. Plans for today: Off bed. Walk several steps towards North. Step backwards. In bed. Tomorrow morning arrives. Interesting, no? I hope it’s not too short. Funny how it seems, when you’re busy walking on the grounds of another world, this current place we live in doesn’t move at all. It has to move on without me. No one can shove me in front because everyone knows I’m a slow runner. But nobody knows the reason why I’m always left behind. Either I love portraying a slug, or I choose not to step forward. Could it be the fear that runs inside of me? Is it the feeling that has been pulling me back so I can’t receive what I deserve? A better life is all I want. Instead, I get what I don’t want – complication, drama, silly feelings, confusion, and everything else that put me on the running of the next Lady Gaga. Now, my yearnings can’t be fulfilled. Not with David Anderson trying to get in the way. I was so close but he just had to block me. With that kiss. Tell me; in what possible way can he do to snap me out of this depression? Wait, don’t answer that. ‘Cause every one of you will scream the word in my ears. LOVE! - - - DAY SEVEN: SUNDAY (Original lyrics: Hear me) Two knocks applied on the door. “Oh shut up, will you? I don’t want any room service!” I yelled at the knock, assuming it was the bell boy. “Marie,” the voice said. My eyes enlarged. “Let me in,” David pleaded. And I obeyed because there was something earnest about the way he spoke. “How long do you plan on avoiding me?” David had an angry tone hiding beneath his charm. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” I said, making no eye contact. David paced inside, allowing my arms that halted him to break. “What are you doing here? Eavesdropping on me?” I questioned, acting as normal as possible. “No, I mean yes, wait . . . no. I just happened to hear you say that you need me,” David muttered, pressing his hands on me, “So I’m listening, Marie. So what do you want me to hear?” His face was an inch away – so close that our noses leaned on each other. His grip pinned me tightly against the door, and had my back hit on it. I stared at his face as it remained serious. It was as if he was trying to pursue something out of me while I pummeled his chest. “You can’t escape me. I won’t let you,” his breathing heaved on me. “Don’t do this,” I repeated myself over and over and over again. But they seem to go into the waste basket. I stopped the pummel when David held my chin. Now, I was forced to face him directly. “Can you stop pretending as if that night was nothing?” David urged. “It was,” I hollered and pressed the left part of my face on the door, trying to back away from him. “Stop lying to yourself!” David shouted, “We both know it, and you know how it feels,” our eyes met now, and it was so difficult for me to retrieve his words since it was too hard to handle, not because it was indistinct, “I’ve thought for days about this. About you. And I’m not gonna ignore it like you did.” “You’re crazy,” I let out and tried to hold in the bucket of tears that was coming to fall. Down in a local bar, out on the boulevard, “You’re afraid, aren’t you? To let someone in your life,” David pushed me again, but this time, he dug deep. I hear it in the background. As if he’s saying the words of a song.
I had to say it. “You’re right, I am afraid. I’m afraid to love you. Look what you’ve done to me. I feel so powerless, as if you’re controlling every movement of mine, and now –” the tears interrupted, “I’m afraid that everyone I love will end up hating me, and I can’t bear to lose them, all of them, even you. And I just won’t allow myself to take such big risks, because I know I can’t hold onto you.” David placed a finger on my lips, hushing me, and brushing them gently. He half-grinned, cupping my face with his hands, while his fingers creased my cheeks. Everything about him was a solace. And boy, it never felt better. There now, steady love, so few come and don't go, will you won't you, be the one I always know, when I'm losing my control, the city spins around, you're the only one who knows, you slow it down. I’ll look after you. “Don’t be afraid of me,” David consoled, growing closer to reach for my lips. And then, he showered me with kisses I fell for. My hands crept behind his neck, raking down his ash brown hair. - - - Through the lobby, it looked as if David was performing a chassé step in ballet – leading me out the entrance door. We laughed and ran every five seconds. I didn’t know where we were heading, but as he pulled my hands, I never had so much faith for someone. Dave guided a way to a beach near the hotel. We hold on tight to each other, breathing love that sinks into air. The wind blew a breeze in the waves, and made it seemed as if our hair were flying like the bristling leaves that swayed above us. If ever there was a doubt, my love she leans into me, this most assuredly counts, she says most assuredly. I'll look after you. David faced me with a heartwarming smile.
“I’ll look after you,” he said. Definitely, my heart melted. Picture it. An ice cream cone stuck on an Egyptian desert ground, beside a hill, it melts for the sun. Sorrow ends tonight, because this feeling’s winding me up. We lay down onto the soft sand, along with dozens of couples, gazing at the moon above us. Because I believe. Then, nothing can go wrong. Tonight, the stars have witnessed it. I promised to hope for the better because wrongs are for you to do it right the next time. My wounds may be painful but they'll heal overtime. - - - This mesmerizing night was a surreal one. I remember the days when I dream of today, and now, I’m living it. If only I could stop time so we could stay like this forever. Sudden raindrops struck down the ground and stung my eyes. He instructed, “We better leave. I don’t want you getting sick.” My eyes pleaded at him with sulk. “What?” David asked, and laughed. “Nothing,” I shook my head, “I just don’t want tonight to end this quick.” “Me neither, but –” David replied. “Tell me, tell me that I’m not dreaming,” I urged him, “Say it.” “Do you need me to pinch you?” he chuckled at me. I was looking for the three word answer. And it’s very cliché, often said without knowing its true meaning. So he’s either not prepared or he’s too stupid to realize what I was going for. “I guess not,” I sighed and pushed myself into the backseat. - - - All soaked, we were bundled up in towels. “Here,” David wrapped me up a shed and rolled his arms around me. His warmth helped my temperature rise up a bit after the chill froze me. Don’t know why I couldn’t stop apologizing to his parents. Parents were always a fear of mine. That applies to this situation too. Well, his mom. His mother hates me. It’s so obvious even a blind man could see it. David’s father, Damon Anderson was kind enough to spare us thick blankets, but Lily, on the other hand, did nothing but snort. David dragged me into his room and slammed the door. “Are you mad at me?” I asked. “No, I’m mad at her. How can she be so pathetic?” “She has a reason to be,” I lay on his bed, while he joined me after, “your parents – at least they don’t, you know, interrogate. They didn’t even ask you what happened, or who I am!” I said boisterously. But David wasn’t too happy about it. And I actually feel guilty because it was as if I was the only person he cared for. “It’s pitch black outside. Do you mind staying overnight?” I didn’t want to disappoint, so I agreed. - - - Celadon was my favorite shade of green and the color was so pleasing to look at. Unlike mine, turquoise blue shines way too bright for humans to view. But I guess David doesn’t mind it at all. “My heart’s racing thunderstorms,” I told him. My pulse rate could reach the speed of lightning considering the way he looks at me. He giggled and fondled my face with much compassion. David pulled me by my waist and closer to his chest. “How about now?” he smiled. “Even faster . . .” I expressed. He shoved himself closer and tilted his head. But I pulled away in time. “What’s wrong?” David asked. I replied, “I’m sick and I don’t want you getting a cold too.” Then, I was pissed that he giggled. “Do you think I would mind if that happened?” “Are you sure?” I explained. “Very sure,” David confirmed. All night, he kissed me thoroughly. David would caress my lips with his fingers and slowly, replaced them with his lips all over again. “You’re like the only thing in colour, when everything here is in black and white. That’s how visible you are,” David mentioned. He, not even one second, looked away. I could hear the butterflies growling along with my empty stomach. “That’s not true, now is it? You’re just being sarcastic.” “Am I?” David shot a pretty sweet beam. His arms wrapped me and spared me the warmth I needed. I didn’t feel the frost anymore. I was too busy concentrating on the fact I’m in bed with a man I barely knew. But that didn’t matter. Slowly, listening to the sound of his heartbeats put me off to sleep. Tonight, I surrender myself to him. Putting him on a level no one can reach, but me. Labels: The eyes of someone blue |
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Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended © 2009. Plagiarism is outlawed.I am Sandra Lau (blogger of sandralautzelin.blogspot.com). And I've been charged for passionately writing too many emotional and suspensive dramas. I live by my tacky metaphors and deep quotes, but hell yeah, I love 'em! Reviews means a lot to me, and criticism are most welcomed as well. About the Story
The Eyes of Someone BlueWho says darkness can't be lit up again? The prequel: Marie Belle goes through living hell daily and when she was delivered the worst news of her life - her mother's death, she finds it impossible to regain such a thing called happiness. Hence, her dad set her up on a television broadcast competition and therefore, she also won. Her prize? A stranger, and another who appears later - both likely to fall in love with her. But whoever said 'Don't talk to strangers' doesn't want you to make new friends. But they are only unknowns to her, but to the world, they are the kings of the music industry. Was it worth the fight? Maybe, maybe not. Starring: 1. Charles Belle (Joaquin Phoenix) 2. Chase Anderson 3. Clara Belle (Julianna Margulies) 4. Damon Anderson 5. David Anderson 6. Emma Rose (Katie Holmes/Cruise) 7. Lennea Parkers (Shantel VanSanten) 8. Lily Anderson (Cate Blanchet) 9. Marie Belle 10. Sarah Gabriels (Leighton Meester) 11. Trevor Parkman (Hayden Christensen) Click here to read: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Reviews
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