─── ➺ ❪@aegisheld ❛ stop that — we’re in public.
It was only when Annette had never experience that of love would her face show disgust at those who would steal kisses in the courtyard and it was only when she never known the feeling of excitement to pulse through veins of that to not be caught would eyes roll and if she was honest, it was only now that she truly understood why those in love we’re always so blind to the others around them. Whenever she trails through the monastery, eyes travel and meet tens of facades but there is only ever one she is truly searching for. When she is met by his, every time and undoubtedly there is a flutter in her heart, and there is a motion of wanting that washes over her. But like magic every motion comes to a halt as she knows it is his wish for them not to be so public with their affection. But there is a moment where her body is uncontrolled by the desire of him, simply. For her lips to meet his, for her hand to hold his. It had become more of an effort than she would like to admit for her to stop.
But for him she had tried. Heaven knows she had.
And so it maybe just a summer's afternoon where the glow of the light falls on the surrounding buildings. Most classes completed for the day, and quite honestly there hadn’t been many people around, so she’d quickly steals a kiss or perhaps two if she had been so lucky, one first on his cheek then the other on the lips before she would retreat to his side — much to quick for anyone to notice, she thought. Yet that doesn’t stop his words from trailing, ❛ stop that — we’re in public.
and that had caused a thought to her and it was one that left a sour taste lingering.
Annette loved Felix, much to his knowledge yes. They were no longer children either. Both had suffered that of adulthood and though being sole survivors of their original class had taken a toll on both of them she truly thought that they could start fresh, a new beginning, perhaps allowing themselves a happy ending that she thought ( at least ) they both deserved. To her, he was what she cared for most now. He was all that she had left. She wanted to show the world that, but maybe he just felt something else.
As much as it weighed on her the thought, she didn’t want to make such a big deal out of a minor situation and yet words always, always betray her in dire times. But it was better she knew the truth, or she’d be prying awake a night, dreaming of her grim reality. That, those who she had loved did not love her back . . .
❛ Are you really that ashamed of me Felix ?
Words are merely but a whisper, perhaps so quite she prays her words just blow with the wind, she doesn’t want the answer, she just hopes it’s not the one she’s already contrived within her mind.
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