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Til Death Do Us Part
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Chapter Eight ***
If I had known this is how it would turn out, I would have kept quiet. I wouldn't have said a word. Not a single one. But I had. And now I regret it. I can't help but remember the days that passed. Now I can't help but wonder how it all ended up this way.
Who is to blame? Me? No. No one can be blamed for this. No one but the lady called fate. If there is a God out there, then he has a twisted sense of humor. A very twisted one.
There's nothing more I can do. I know. But I just can't help it. I can't. Why did I let it happen? What was I thinking?
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I stood there on the balcony. Finding refuge from the noise in the hall. It was all beginning to make my head ache. The voices all mixing in my head. All ringing loudly in my ears. Laughters. Faces swirling before me. Dancing. In tune to the music. The scent of different perfumes. Expensive perfumes. It was making me dizzy. Mixed all together with the smoke of the cigaettes and the strong smell of wine. I tried to close myself from it and leaned on the rail. Looking down at the garden. The pale light coming from the fountain of a woman standing in the middle of the grass. Alone. Like me. And I couldn't help but sigh.
"A beautiful night, isn't it?"
I turned to the voice surprised and found myself staring at his face. Illuminated in the dark night. The moon casting shadows on his strong features. Remy. He just stood there. Looking deep into my eyes. And I, staring into his. I had to admit he looked good. No wonder the other girls are crazy about him. Right now, standing before me, in his black tuxedo. I just couldn't help but stare.
"I guess it is." I murmured looking back at the fountain. The water flowing from her body. I couldn't look at him anymore. This feeling I've been having is different. And I don't like it. As much as I'd like to ignore it, I can't. And it's beginning to frighten me.
"What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying this party?" he asked, a concened look on his face. I looked at him for a second then turned my gaze back to the garden. I just couldn't look him in the eyes.
"It's not that. I'm just not much into parties."
I wanted to kick myself as soon as these words slipped from my lips. Now he'd think I'm a complete pathetic boring woman. But why do I care? Why do I care what he thinks? I don't know. But I do. I do.
"Yeah... me too."
I turned to him surprised. Shocked. I expected him to laugh. To tease me. Crack jokes. Maybe just snicker and walk away. But never, never in my whole life would I ever expect him to agree with what I just said.
"Excuse me?"
I was unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice. And he turned to me with a look that I couldn't quite understand. A hint of pain and anger shrouded in them. And at that moment, I knew I had gone overboard. He turned his back. On his way into the noisy hall. Away from me.
"You don't know me. Don't act like you do."
I was caught in surprise at the bitterness in his voice. Swallowed in coldness. Momentarilly unable to speak. And then I reached out to him. Grabbing his arm.
"Wait..."
He turned to me. And I found myself, once again staring into his eyes. Trapped in serious brown eyes. And my voice came out. Nothing more than a whisper.
"I'm sorry."
He just stared at me. The pain and anger still there. And then he sighed. His features softening. He turned to the rail and leaned on it. Looking up at the dark sky.
"Nah... It's my fault. I just blew up. I'm sorry. It's just that... I hate it. The way people expect me to be. Just because... well... you know... I'm Remy Daischonelle. Rich. Handsome. Famous. For once in my life... can't I be myself?"
I stared at him. Watched him stare at the dark sky. Unable to believe what I was hearing. This must be a set up. Just a joke. But no. Somehow, the look in his eyes proved it was not.
"You can be. You can be anything... anyone you want. And no one can do anything about that."
He turned to me. Somehow unconvinced. Then he smiled. His dimples appearing again.
"Know what? A couple o' days ago, I would have never ever expected to hear such words from you. I guess... you aren't what I thought you were."
I looked at him. Surprised. He's acting as if he knows me. But he doesn't. No one does. Not even them.
"You don't know me. Not at all."
He looked at me and shrugged turning back to the dark sky. His smile disappeared and his face was suddenly masked with a certain bitterness and coldness I've never seen before.
"And maybe I do."
I heard him murmur. But I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
*****
Gomenne if the chapters are too short. Well... to make it easier for everyone, I combines these two parts. They were suppose to be separate chapters. Hope you guys will like it. Thanks a lot to kamazova for reviewing. Hope you people would keep on sending your reviews too. Even a flame makes me happy. Just let me know if anyone is reading this thing. Oh yeah... to kamazova, here's more of remy. Hope you like it. Ja...
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Chapter Eight ***
If I had known this is how it would turn out, I would have kept quiet. I wouldn't have said a word. Not a single one. But I had. And now I regret it. I can't help but remember the days that passed. Now I can't help but wonder how it all ended up this way.
Who is to blame? Me? No. No one can be blamed for this. No one but the lady called fate. If there is a God out there, then he has a twisted sense of humor. A very twisted one.
There's nothing more I can do. I know. But I just can't help it. I can't. Why did I let it happen? What was I thinking?
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I stood there on the balcony. Finding refuge from the noise in the hall. It was all beginning to make my head ache. The voices all mixing in my head. All ringing loudly in my ears. Laughters. Faces swirling before me. Dancing. In tune to the music. The scent of different perfumes. Expensive perfumes. It was making me dizzy. Mixed all together with the smoke of the cigaettes and the strong smell of wine. I tried to close myself from it and leaned on the rail. Looking down at the garden. The pale light coming from the fountain of a woman standing in the middle of the grass. Alone. Like me. And I couldn't help but sigh.
"A beautiful night, isn't it?"
I turned to the voice surprised and found myself staring at his face. Illuminated in the dark night. The moon casting shadows on his strong features. Remy. He just stood there. Looking deep into my eyes. And I, staring into his. I had to admit he looked good. No wonder the other girls are crazy about him. Right now, standing before me, in his black tuxedo. I just couldn't help but stare.
"I guess it is." I murmured looking back at the fountain. The water flowing from her body. I couldn't look at him anymore. This feeling I've been having is different. And I don't like it. As much as I'd like to ignore it, I can't. And it's beginning to frighten me.
"What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying this party?" he asked, a concened look on his face. I looked at him for a second then turned my gaze back to the garden. I just couldn't look him in the eyes.
"It's not that. I'm just not much into parties."
I wanted to kick myself as soon as these words slipped from my lips. Now he'd think I'm a complete pathetic boring woman. But why do I care? Why do I care what he thinks? I don't know. But I do. I do.
"Yeah... me too."
I turned to him surprised. Shocked. I expected him to laugh. To tease me. Crack jokes. Maybe just snicker and walk away. But never, never in my whole life would I ever expect him to agree with what I just said.
"Excuse me?"
I was unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice. And he turned to me with a look that I couldn't quite understand. A hint of pain and anger shrouded in them. And at that moment, I knew I had gone overboard. He turned his back. On his way into the noisy hall. Away from me.
"You don't know me. Don't act like you do."
I was caught in surprise at the bitterness in his voice. Swallowed in coldness. Momentarilly unable to speak. And then I reached out to him. Grabbing his arm.
"Wait..."
He turned to me. And I found myself, once again staring into his eyes. Trapped in serious brown eyes. And my voice came out. Nothing more than a whisper.
"I'm sorry."
He just stared at me. The pain and anger still there. And then he sighed. His features softening. He turned to the rail and leaned on it. Looking up at the dark sky.
"Nah... It's my fault. I just blew up. I'm sorry. It's just that... I hate it. The way people expect me to be. Just because... well... you know... I'm Remy Daischonelle. Rich. Handsome. Famous. For once in my life... can't I be myself?"
I stared at him. Watched him stare at the dark sky. Unable to believe what I was hearing. This must be a set up. Just a joke. But no. Somehow, the look in his eyes proved it was not.
"You can be. You can be anything... anyone you want. And no one can do anything about that."
He turned to me. Somehow unconvinced. Then he smiled. His dimples appearing again.
"Know what? A couple o' days ago, I would have never ever expected to hear such words from you. I guess... you aren't what I thought you were."
I looked at him. Surprised. He's acting as if he knows me. But he doesn't. No one does. Not even them.
"You don't know me. Not at all."
He looked at me and shrugged turning back to the dark sky. His smile disappeared and his face was suddenly masked with a certain bitterness and coldness I've never seen before.
"And maybe I do."
I heard him murmur. But I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
*****
Gomenne if the chapters are too short. Well... to make it easier for everyone, I combines these two parts. They were suppose to be separate chapters. Hope you guys will like it. Thanks a lot to kamazova for reviewing. Hope you people would keep on sending your reviews too. Even a flame makes me happy. Just let me know if anyone is reading this thing. Oh yeah... to kamazova, here's more of remy. Hope you like it. Ja...
