So, before you read this, please read the prologue and chapter one! Reviews are much welcomed, since I need lots of help. I'm not satisfied with how this turned out.
Chapter 2
A walk
By Kat
I came back, in the next morning. The shy sun rays were playing with the clouds, trying to surpass them. Some got trough, and illuminated some remote sleepy spots in the town surrounding the girl’s house. I remembered clearly where it was, and so I followed the path with pines, that led to the old wood house.
It had a balcony at the front, and enormous gardens at the back. The magnitude of the well cared gardens transmitted a pleasuring feeling. The wind, always present at this time of the year, brought the sweet perfume of flowers, which despise the weather, still bloomed. Spots of color in the predominant green.
She was sitting on a wood arc, nailed to the wall bellow the window, with her arms and head supported on the window pane; the window was fully opened. Her hands played with the soft breeze passing by, trying to catch it with her elegant fingers.
She was waiting for something; her eyes locked on the horizon. Every time she arranged her posture, the wood made a small crack.
Her thoughts were mixed. She didn’t know what to believe in, and so I couldn’t read them clearly.
She saw me staring at her, at the second storage level in the air. It was somewhat good her house was alone in the middle of woods, in the surroundings of the town, or someone would see me if I flew so freely. Something undecipherable changed in her pale eyes. Did they just lighten up a bit?
She lifted her head, as if confirming I could walk in. The small breeze she was trying to imprison ran behind my wings, pushing me towards her, and so I flew into the house. The room smelled like old pine wood, and it was warm, as if the wood absorbed the light coming from the window.
“Get up.” It sounded like an order. Her sapphire eyes stared at me in confusion, burning with an unexplainable flame. I got too absorbed, I believe. Anyone could fall into those mirrors of her soul. Her expression was of confusion, her lips had a small opening between them.
“Get up,” I reaffirmed, determinately.
She appeared to hesitate; I offered my hand to help her up. The girl preferred to get up with her own strength, without any external support. A melancholic aura wrapped its claws around her, after my gentleman-like gesture. I thought it wasn’t only herself that was breaking her, but some external force trying to shatter her spirit. Unluckily, it was getting its goal accomplished.
I will not be charmed again, she thought. Her inner voice soon faded away, as she brushed off the pain.
My first challenge would be to get her out of that room. Then a smile would be hard. It’s hard to bring a smile to someone’s face; a true smile, at least. I remembered Sonya. A young girl, about six, I had met and helped. Her first smile was full with hope. A Heartbreaker had deceived her father, leaving them afterwards. That led him to suicide, and she was left alone, in an orphan house. I was flying by London, and heard her thoughts more clearly than the other calls. Pure innocence was stained, and so I was there to help. I still remembered her smile, beautiful and fun, and her laughter, pure. I had only left her, when she gained new parents, completely capable of loving her. The joy it gave me, to make a broken soul laugh.
“Come,” I said, walking in the direction of the door. She stood still, sighed and, with elegant steps, walked to the piano that still stood lonely, as if even abandoned, on the dusty room.
I pointed at my wings, while her eyes were still in me, telling her that if I had to, I would make her go.
“Wait,” she asked, with a calm voice. Her hands played the keys melodically, and she closed her eyes. I could see she begged for strength. Courage, to walk to the outside again. The melody ended, with a soft low note that she prolonged, as her right hand laid on her lap. Slowly she got up again, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, with a new energy in them. That was the moment I realized she just need help, a simple push and she could try to get over it. As none gave her a hand, she decided to sit and cry.
My wings disappeared, as I didn’t need them anymore. I assumed a completely human form. She blinked out of surprise, and I led her downstairs. She hesitated again, at the top of the stairs, and this time she accepted my hand to help her down the stairs. She looked weak, breakable, as I stared up to her. As if a simple fall, or touch, could rupture her.
She stopped again, in front of the door that led out to the outer world. Her hands played with each other, leaving red marks, that passed to white and then to her normal skin colour. She was nervous.
I opened the door, which groaned, slowly. With patience, I waited for her to be ready.
It takes much patience, but I was designed to be caring and tolerant. She took one step, and then another, small and fearful. I could sense the aura emanating from her. Strong, yet with flaws, and confidence. She trusted in me, in my judgment. Something in me told her I could protect her; take her to higher purposes of life. The way she walked out of that door, her hand rising to her eyes, hiding the bright jewels from the sun, reminded me of ill people. Those who were in hospitals for months or in prisons, to the moment they get out.
“What’s your name?” She asked, as soon as we were out the door. When she spoke, softly and calmly, made me think that her house was like chains. They bind her to the past, and only when she gets out she can get a bit of the present and future.
“Eric.” She nodded, and I let my wings out. “Can I?”
She was scared. Her courage trembled, and even her aura shook a bit. “Or we can just walk,” I gave her another option.
“Yes, that would be better.” She trembled to the front, and with tiny steps she walked. Her confidence grew as her steps increased. As they say, walk it off.
“Hey, slow down!” I shouted. She was running now, with tears in her eyes. And she ran. I laughed inside, yet my face was shocked. For a second day, this was major progress. She just needed a push.
“Come on!” She called. I walked to her, while she ran away, turning and dancing on the yard. She didn’t laugh, or smile, but she was at her full glory. She fell to her knees, and it started raining. She cried, but her expression was peaceful. She was away, and probably a bit freer. Her hands trembled to her face, while she caught her teardrops and the rain. I smiled, she was just like Sonya. A little older, maybe eighteen or so, but she acted younger. The rain was cold, fresh and melodramatic. As if her disposition could influence her surroundings.
“What’s yours?” I asked, approaching her and letting out my hand. She grabbed it, her skin was soft, and stood up.
“Kaitlyn,” she whispered, and collapsed. Too much emotion. Could I dare take her back to her chains? No, I shall not. And so I flew to the clouds, and held her asleep.
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