I can't even .:trust myself:. | (Bryony)
Apr 26, 2014 22:00:39 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Apr 26, 2014 22:00:39 GMT -5
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I'm in misery
where you can seem
as old as your omens
I avert my eyes for a moment as he smiles brightly. I can feel the blush burning brighter in my cheeks and before I can regain control of the situation, he is inches from me and my heart bursts into such a pace that I have never felt before. I can feel the warmth emanating from his skin and the scent of the woods, his woods, envelops my senses. His breathe tickles my ear as he speaks, and I am frozen.
“But I…” I stammer, and before I can refuse, he is gone. I turn and stare down at the unbroken tools he has left for me to “mend”. What is going on? Now that the moment had passed and his presence no longer held me captivated, the entire thing feels like a dizzy daydream. Doubt immediately fills my mind, and I am certain he won’t actually return until I remember the he does have to at least pick up the tools. Why Ventus was going out of his way to see me made no sense, and though my heart whispered its inkling, I pushed it out of my mind as I returned to work.
The next few hours were possibly the slowest of my life. I couldn’t stop the argument in my mind over Ventus’s intentions, and admittedly I was feverishly trying to find a way out of seeing him. After much debate, I decided to ask my mother to wait to give him the tools. I thought she wouldn’t ask any questions, but I should have known better. Being a terrible liar, it wasn’t long before I spilled at least a little of the circumstance.
“OH! I heard about him from your grandmother,” She said with a warm, knowing smile. I immediately knew I was done for at this point. She was always encouraging me to be more social. “I think it’s best if you stay to give him his tools. Or I could and perhaps invite him to dinner?”
She laughed at the clearly horrified expression on my face, and I stomped off defeated as she called out to tell him hello for her or something.
As closing time approached I slinked off to the back to tidy myself up. I try to magically wipe away the dark circles from under my eyes bye pressing my fingers against them. Of course I know this won’t work, but it doesn’t stop me from hoping. I toss aside the dirty apron and brush off the little bit of dust left on my shirt before going back to the front to await Ventus. My heart starts beating quickly again as is sit there beside his freshened tools, and my mind begins calculating a number of ways to escape, but before I can decide if any are reasonable the door opens and his voice calls through the empty shop.
I swallow back the lump that I didn’t realize was in my throat and stand to greet him. “Hi…” I say standing there awkwardly. Unsure of what to say, I quickly reach for the bag of tools. “They’re all fixed. It was really minor so it’s on the house…” I bite the corner of my lip lightly as I looked to him with the glimmer of a smile.