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Edgar and Margriete were squealing at each other with excitement, like two school girls.
Okay, okay. Break it up. Sam stepped between them. Can we re-group and act normal about
this? Please?
Margriete smiled and put her arm around Sam s torso. Alright, darling.
Okay. I put my hands up, gathering the group s attention. Let s start. Edgar he looked at me.
How do I find this thing?
Edgar shrugged. Beats me.
My hands fell as a snort of disgust escaped my lips. I thought you were sent here to help?
Edgar smiled. I lied to the Santa man. I just wanted to visit! I never get to visit. He frowned.
That s because you should be institutionalized and caged, Sam uttered.
Edgar heard him and frowned, sealing his lips.
Can t we just get along, for once? I glared at Sam, warning him.
What? he exclaimed.
I ignored him. So, that s little help.
Sam spoke up again, clearing his throat in an obnoxious manner. You are naturally drawn to it. He
glanced at Edgar as though to say, I know better than you.
I thought for a moment. So, you re saying it s likely something I already feel?
Yeah, Sam barked.
I pressed my lips together, looking around my room in thought. Well, there are an awful lot of
things I m drawn to.
Edgar yelped before speaking. Well, why don t we all just split up and start looking?
I nodded. I think that s just about the best thing we can do at the moment. So, let s split.
Margriete and Sam walked across the hall toward Edgar s room as Edgar Poe ran over to my jour-
nals, yanking them from the shelves and throwing them to the ground.
Edgar! I yelled.
He looked at me as though wondering what he d done wrong.
Be careful with those! I pointed my finger at the journals that were now splayed across the floor.
He cowered. Sorry. His eyes fell and he knelt to the ground to pick up the journals. I was sort of
hoping to find one of those delightful books where when you pull it, a secret door opens.
I grumbled. That s not going to happen with those books, okay? I thought back to the day I had
thrown the whole shelf on the floor in frustration. No secret room.
Growing annoyed, I found myself overwhelmed with the need to get away. I turned and walked
from the room with a brisk pace, making it out the doors as I grasped at my chest. I walked to the
railing that overlooked the hall, grabbing it for support as I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. For
the first time since the beginning of this, the anxiety was finally catching back up to me. A familiar
dark feeling crept inside me like a shadowy reminder of what I once was. I put my hand to my
chest. All this was supposed to be wonderful. I was supposed to feel happy. But why, instead, was
everything such a mess?
Thunder crashed outside, rumbling the house and making the chandelier in the hall shake. I looked
up at it, the sound heightened in my stressed state. I was tired of running, tired of fighting. I just
wanted to be happy. I just wanted to be left alone.
I closed my eyes, creating a mantra to calm my mind. Calm down, you re fine. Calm down, you re
fine. When I opened my eyes, I saw something dark now standing in the hall. Startled, I gripped
harder on the rail, my knuckles turning white. I was not scared, nor was I angry. I was just tense as I
stood there, staring. My eyes were locked onto those of Edgar, his face like stone, his body tense.
His eyes were crashing like the storm outside, but it was not fear that I felt from them, but warmth. I
felt my chest relax then, as though someone had poured me into a hot bath, warmth filling my heart
as my body let go. My grip on the rail loosened and I allowed my hands to fall to my sides. He did
not break the stare, or even breathe, but still, I could feel him. The breath in my lungs began to
lighten, the blood in my veins slowing as my heart rate became even.
I moved then, still watching him as I made my way down the stairs. His eyes followed mine as I
placed one foot in front of the other, as though in a trance, but I was still in control. I traced my
hand down the railing, letting go as I reached the bottom. I walked up to him, stopping as our toes
nearly met. I watched his eyes, feeling all my worries fade.
He did not move. I m sorry.
His breath fell across my face and I breathed deeply, wondering if giving into his control was what I
really wanted, or if he had indeed enchanted me somehow.
I m sorry, for all of this. I don t want to fight, I don t want to look into our soul and see that kind
of darkness. I can feel you, Elle, every emotion. But perhaps what I felt just now was the one I
feared most: regret.
I took in his words, blinking only once. I was not ready to forgive him, but he put up a good fight,
making me want to give in as his body invited me.
He remained still, his words the only thing that moved between us. I can feel your hesitation, but
please, I see now what my actions do to you. I am ready to help. I am ready to hand over the con-
trol.
A part of me wanted to retort in anger, but the invisible force between us did not allow my emotions
to get in the way.
You are the only thing that matters to me, and though it has taken me a long time to truly under-
stand that, I finally see. It was my life s purpose to be here, to understand how to yield to the things
I can t control. You are a part of that.
I still said nothing as something inside me began to shift and pull. I furrowed my brow, wondering
why it was I felt that way, and recognizing the feeling. When I had first met Edgar, it was as though
an invisible thread had connected us, always pulling me in and taking me in the direction I needed
to go.
Elle, I can feel it. I know where it is.
His eyes stopped storming and the warmth in my soul cooled. His power let go of me then, allowing
my emotions to return. Though I wanted to feel love, I still held back, seeing that he had done it in
the spirit of forgiveness, to help.
A smile spread across his face. I know where it is, Elle. I can feel it pulling me now, he whispered
again.
No longer able to hide, my mouth began to mimic his, and I smiled. I feel it too. The string, it s
back, guiding me in the right direction.
I jumped into his arms then, and he held me, our soul burning as we once again united as one, no
longer denying what came so naturally. No longer thwarting the love we had been fighting to save.
His lips were against my cheek, but he did not kiss me. He was cold, but in this moment it felt good.
Come on. I pushed away from him and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the library where I
leapt onto the ladder. He dropped my hand to help me up, then followed. At the top, I dashed around
the upper level, diving into the small room as the singular candle burst to life. Breathing heavy, I
could feel Edgar s presence behind me as I scanned the small space.
Of course, Edgar whispered. That s why this room was so small.
I came to the same conclusion he had. It s because it isn t a room at all, but a hallway. I began to
feel along the walls, but saw nothing. How do you suppose we get through? How do we find it?
Edgar was looking around as I was our backs against each other. I secretly enjoyed his proximity,
feeling that we were finally operating as a team, having finally put our egos aside. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Edgar and Margriete were squealing at each other with excitement, like two school girls.
Okay, okay. Break it up. Sam stepped between them. Can we re-group and act normal about
this? Please?
Margriete smiled and put her arm around Sam s torso. Alright, darling.
Okay. I put my hands up, gathering the group s attention. Let s start. Edgar he looked at me.
How do I find this thing?
Edgar shrugged. Beats me.
My hands fell as a snort of disgust escaped my lips. I thought you were sent here to help?
Edgar smiled. I lied to the Santa man. I just wanted to visit! I never get to visit. He frowned.
That s because you should be institutionalized and caged, Sam uttered.
Edgar heard him and frowned, sealing his lips.
Can t we just get along, for once? I glared at Sam, warning him.
What? he exclaimed.
I ignored him. So, that s little help.
Sam spoke up again, clearing his throat in an obnoxious manner. You are naturally drawn to it. He
glanced at Edgar as though to say, I know better than you.
I thought for a moment. So, you re saying it s likely something I already feel?
Yeah, Sam barked.
I pressed my lips together, looking around my room in thought. Well, there are an awful lot of
things I m drawn to.
Edgar yelped before speaking. Well, why don t we all just split up and start looking?
I nodded. I think that s just about the best thing we can do at the moment. So, let s split.
Margriete and Sam walked across the hall toward Edgar s room as Edgar Poe ran over to my jour-
nals, yanking them from the shelves and throwing them to the ground.
Edgar! I yelled.
He looked at me as though wondering what he d done wrong.
Be careful with those! I pointed my finger at the journals that were now splayed across the floor.
He cowered. Sorry. His eyes fell and he knelt to the ground to pick up the journals. I was sort of
hoping to find one of those delightful books where when you pull it, a secret door opens.
I grumbled. That s not going to happen with those books, okay? I thought back to the day I had
thrown the whole shelf on the floor in frustration. No secret room.
Growing annoyed, I found myself overwhelmed with the need to get away. I turned and walked
from the room with a brisk pace, making it out the doors as I grasped at my chest. I walked to the
railing that overlooked the hall, grabbing it for support as I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. For
the first time since the beginning of this, the anxiety was finally catching back up to me. A familiar
dark feeling crept inside me like a shadowy reminder of what I once was. I put my hand to my
chest. All this was supposed to be wonderful. I was supposed to feel happy. But why, instead, was
everything such a mess?
Thunder crashed outside, rumbling the house and making the chandelier in the hall shake. I looked
up at it, the sound heightened in my stressed state. I was tired of running, tired of fighting. I just
wanted to be happy. I just wanted to be left alone.
I closed my eyes, creating a mantra to calm my mind. Calm down, you re fine. Calm down, you re
fine. When I opened my eyes, I saw something dark now standing in the hall. Startled, I gripped
harder on the rail, my knuckles turning white. I was not scared, nor was I angry. I was just tense as I
stood there, staring. My eyes were locked onto those of Edgar, his face like stone, his body tense.
His eyes were crashing like the storm outside, but it was not fear that I felt from them, but warmth. I
felt my chest relax then, as though someone had poured me into a hot bath, warmth filling my heart
as my body let go. My grip on the rail loosened and I allowed my hands to fall to my sides. He did
not break the stare, or even breathe, but still, I could feel him. The breath in my lungs began to
lighten, the blood in my veins slowing as my heart rate became even.
I moved then, still watching him as I made my way down the stairs. His eyes followed mine as I
placed one foot in front of the other, as though in a trance, but I was still in control. I traced my
hand down the railing, letting go as I reached the bottom. I walked up to him, stopping as our toes
nearly met. I watched his eyes, feeling all my worries fade.
He did not move. I m sorry.
His breath fell across my face and I breathed deeply, wondering if giving into his control was what I
really wanted, or if he had indeed enchanted me somehow.
I m sorry, for all of this. I don t want to fight, I don t want to look into our soul and see that kind
of darkness. I can feel you, Elle, every emotion. But perhaps what I felt just now was the one I
feared most: regret.
I took in his words, blinking only once. I was not ready to forgive him, but he put up a good fight,
making me want to give in as his body invited me.
He remained still, his words the only thing that moved between us. I can feel your hesitation, but
please, I see now what my actions do to you. I am ready to help. I am ready to hand over the con-
trol.
A part of me wanted to retort in anger, but the invisible force between us did not allow my emotions
to get in the way.
You are the only thing that matters to me, and though it has taken me a long time to truly under-
stand that, I finally see. It was my life s purpose to be here, to understand how to yield to the things
I can t control. You are a part of that.
I still said nothing as something inside me began to shift and pull. I furrowed my brow, wondering
why it was I felt that way, and recognizing the feeling. When I had first met Edgar, it was as though
an invisible thread had connected us, always pulling me in and taking me in the direction I needed
to go.
Elle, I can feel it. I know where it is.
His eyes stopped storming and the warmth in my soul cooled. His power let go of me then, allowing
my emotions to return. Though I wanted to feel love, I still held back, seeing that he had done it in
the spirit of forgiveness, to help.
A smile spread across his face. I know where it is, Elle. I can feel it pulling me now, he whispered
again.
No longer able to hide, my mouth began to mimic his, and I smiled. I feel it too. The string, it s
back, guiding me in the right direction.
I jumped into his arms then, and he held me, our soul burning as we once again united as one, no
longer denying what came so naturally. No longer thwarting the love we had been fighting to save.
His lips were against my cheek, but he did not kiss me. He was cold, but in this moment it felt good.
Come on. I pushed away from him and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the library where I
leapt onto the ladder. He dropped my hand to help me up, then followed. At the top, I dashed around
the upper level, diving into the small room as the singular candle burst to life. Breathing heavy, I
could feel Edgar s presence behind me as I scanned the small space.
Of course, Edgar whispered. That s why this room was so small.
I came to the same conclusion he had. It s because it isn t a room at all, but a hallway. I began to
feel along the walls, but saw nothing. How do you suppose we get through? How do we find it?
Edgar was looking around as I was our backs against each other. I secretly enjoyed his proximity,
feeling that we were finally operating as a team, having finally put our egos aside. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]