Well hello there! Here we are with illustration five (and) chapter five! I am so impressed (again!) with Vanessa’s work: love it. I think this really captures exactly want I needed for this chapter: urgency, shock and all of that against a distant European backdrop. Enjoy the fifth chapter and thank you so much for clicking and for choosing to spend your time, here with me!
My Eternal Daydream
5. The Harsh Reality
“You must go,” he said in a scared and hurried voice. He got up and beckoned me to the back gate.
Disorientated and groggy from the lack of sleep I replied, “What’s wrong?”
He motioned toward the top window, and his father was looking down at us with a wild, menacing stare.
“You must leave before he hurts you,” he said now griping onto my jumper and softly pushing me towards the gate. We both ran to the back entrance and from there I stopped and turned to him.
“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, my eyes swimming in tears.
“Yes,” he said certain, “I shall be at school.”
I wanted to say more, but the words didn’t arise, we stood there for a second gazing into the pool of each others eyes and then fearing the worst I ran off into the blazing, fiery morning sun.
In Latin I waited with much anticipation for Axel to arrive at school, and when he finally did there was something different in his eyes. They were a bluish grey. He had a a sad, depressed look to him, as if the life had been drained from his body. He sat next me but didn’t utter a word.
“Axel-” I pleaded.
“Xavier,” he whispered, a plea mingled in his voice which suggested he had been drummed and interrogated, “We can’t and mustn’t speak. What we did was wrong and it mustn’t happen once more,” he said this as if he didn’t even believe what he was saying.
“You don’t mean what you speak,” I protested, “It’s your father talking.”
From under the table I took his cold hand and squeezed it, he held on tight as if he wanted this then pulled away.
“You must listen to me,” he said, his eyes glazed from fresh tears, “I want you, I am falling for you, but I can’t, my father will disown me if I continue this affair with you. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Something inside of me died, it was as if someone had just placed a gloved hand around my mouth and nose and told me to breathe. I was suffocating. I never spoke to him again that day.
That night my eyes were ablaze with scorching tears as I tried my hardest to nod off. But it had to end, this dream, this fantasy I shared with him was no more. Some where inside my chest was ripping, tearing? My whole body was numb. Suddenly there was a knock at my window, and peeling of the sheets I ran and tossed away the curtain and opened the window.
He jumped into my arms and curled his legs around mine and slowly set me onto the floor. He cradled my head in my hands and kissed me hard. There was a passion, needing want in his kiss as tears ran down his cheeks, fell onto my eyes and burnt my lips. He moaned as he held me tense, pinning me down and holding on as if I were to leave him at any second. I explored the nape of his neck and ran my hand up the back of his shirt, he pulled me up and I sat on his lap at the bay of my bed, his arms around me, kissing my cheek.
“Why are you here?” I asked him putting a hand to his hungry lips.
“I waited until father had fallen into sleep and then jumped out of the window and ventured to find you. I am sorry,” his said kissing the base of my neck, “I didn’t mean what I said,” he murmured, running his tongue along my collar, “I want so much,” he then admitted, pressing his lips along my chin, “I want so much to be with you.”
He sighed and put his head into mine. “But father won’t allow it, he warned if I continued this he’d disown me. I hate it!” he jumped up and paced the room, “Why?! Why must this be so hard.”
He stared into my eyes and then took me by the hand and led me to the window, outside the clouds were stirring, warning a wild storm that was approaching.
“Let’s steal into the night,” he said and taking me by the arm, he led me off into the pale illumination of the sky. “Let’s go now.”
There is always that one chapter in something, weather it be a story/short story/novella/novel where so much happens, where it rises, where it’s exciting to write. This is that turn, the change, the ‘almost climax’ in My Eternal Daydream. I always plan that chapter where the audience/reader is given that change, the chance to experience that turn of events with the characters. This is what I intended for this chapter: the awakening, the challenge; the harsh reality. [Pretty please!] Share your experience with me, tell me how this journey is going for you and how you are enjoying these illustrations: it would mean the world to me! Thank you again for being here, I am so grateful! It’s keep me motivated and on track.
- The sixth illustration in the My Eternal Daydream series will be published [MON/14/SEP].
- This illustration was designed by the incredibly talented Vanessa Bong, from Vanessa Bong Illustrations. Thank you so much to Vanessa for this wonderful illustration!
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- This Part of this narrative was self-edited. Please excuse any typos or grammatical errors!
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