Chapter 6
Okay...my rule is: you review and I'll update. First of all, thanks so much for reviewing. I can't update unless I know people are reading my story otherwise it becomes a waste of my time and efforts.
I woke up that morning in my own bed. I was still tired so I tried to go back to sleep. It isn't like me to stay in bed.
Just then I remembered that I didn't fall asleep on my bed. I quickly shook myself out of sleep. I looked around my room and I was alone. Where was Paris? He wasn't anywhere. He must've gone to work with father and Cyril.
Last night made me tired.
I slumped back down and closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep.
It just dawned on me that Paris kissed me. I've been kissed. I've been kissed by the man who started a war so great. Was he just drunk last night? No, his speech was not slurred and I did not taste the wine in his mouth. Yes, it was a quick and soft kiss but he we were still able to taste each other.
He wasn't drunk.
I was very confused. Does he have feelings for me? Of course not. What was I thinking? Paris. One of the most beautiful men on earth and the most beautiful man I've seen...how could he love me? And besides, I hated him.
I must ignore this strange feeling I am getting. It's like a feeling of dizziness, a feeling of happiness, of guilt and...a strange yearning for more. Am I falling in love? I couldn't be.
Love is a distraction. Love is something that kills. It starts by writhing inside one person's heart. Tugging at you and screaming at you.
I can't have that. But why does it feel as if it's starting? I can't be. The only reason I'm thinking like this is because it was my first kiss.
Should I ask Paris about it? Would he think it foolish of me to ask? Of course he would. The only reason he kissed me was because I was the one he knew the most. But all the other women were much more prettier than I.
Were they?
I had almost forgotten that I was beautiful that night.
Whatever his reasons were I must promise myself to never bring it up. He obviously still had feelings for Helen.
The moment she entered my mind I felt a short sting of hate. It was very short, though.
That night at dinner the men were in a lively conversation.
I was too deep in my thoughts. Paris gave no notice and acted as if nothing happened. It just dawned on me that if I were to tell Cyril and father about what Paris did (or tried) to do to me he would be in big trouble. Unless we were in love with each other. Which we weren't.
Suddenly, before Cyril took a sip from his drink he said, "Oh, Ara, I noticed that you and Paris disappeared early during the festival. I saw you two go off somewhere together."
It was silent. Paris looked at me. I looked at him. Father looked at both of us. Cyril put down his drink and then joined father.
It was a long uncomfortable silence.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was lucky that Paris had something to say.
"We walked up the hill to admire the festival from a top." He said.
I nodded.
They still call him Alexander because they did not know that he was Paris. And that's just what Cyril called him when he asked Alexander to have a talk with him outside the house. I was told to go to my room first.
I quickly ran and sat near my window. Little did they know that I could hear every word.
"Alexander." Went Cyril's voice. He repeated 'Alexander' a couple of times then finally asked,
"What really happened between you and my cousin?"
"Nothing that exists in your mind, Cyril."
"Tell me the truth!"
"Do you think that I would hurt her in my state of mind, boy?"
There was silence, as if Cyril had realized that he was younger that Paris. He was eighteen during Troy, it's been ten years now. Cyril is twenty-one. And I am fourteen.
"Fine, then. I do not accuse you of doing anything such as that to her. But surely if any...intimacy occurred that night then surely you must have corrupted my cousin." I heard Cyril said.
"Why do you say that?"
"I know Ara and she isn't in love with you."
There was silence again.
I didn't know what to do. Should I run outside? What would I do.
At this point Cyril must've known that something happened that night. But if I told him the truth he wouldn't understand what Paris still felt for Helen. If I told him the truth, the results will not benift in anything. He would surely send Paris out. Cyril has suspicions and those suspicions are not to be toyed with.
I made up my mind and ran outside.
They were still in that scary silence.
As if I wasn't thinking, I grabbed Paris' arm and exclaimed, "I love him. Please, Cyril don't hurt him."
Cyril looked bewildered. He stared at us. Did he looked convinced? He must've. Because at that moment, as if he had lost some battle, he went back inside the house without a word.
Paris looked at me, shocked.
Then he smiled his amazing smile. He bent over and kissed me. This time I let him. I wondered what power he possessed to give me such an amazing kiss. I held him close.
But I remembered Helen and how he still must've felt about her. I pulled away.
"No." I said.
"I don't love you." I whispered.
"And you don't love me as well." I added.
I tried to pull my whole self away but he held on. "Ara, I'm alone and so are you." He said.
Then he kissed me again.
Deep inside I knew I wanted him but I also knew he didn't love me the way I did. Both of us being lonley, isn't a reason to be together.
While I was writing this chapter, Avril's song, 'Daydream' started playing and I realized that it pretty much fits my story at this point. Listen to it after reading this chapter.
Okay...my rule is: you review and I'll update. First of all, thanks so much for reviewing. I can't update unless I know people are reading my story otherwise it becomes a waste of my time and efforts.
I woke up that morning in my own bed. I was still tired so I tried to go back to sleep. It isn't like me to stay in bed.
Just then I remembered that I didn't fall asleep on my bed. I quickly shook myself out of sleep. I looked around my room and I was alone. Where was Paris? He wasn't anywhere. He must've gone to work with father and Cyril.
Last night made me tired.
I slumped back down and closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep.
It just dawned on me that Paris kissed me. I've been kissed. I've been kissed by the man who started a war so great. Was he just drunk last night? No, his speech was not slurred and I did not taste the wine in his mouth. Yes, it was a quick and soft kiss but he we were still able to taste each other.
He wasn't drunk.
I was very confused. Does he have feelings for me? Of course not. What was I thinking? Paris. One of the most beautiful men on earth and the most beautiful man I've seen...how could he love me? And besides, I hated him.
I must ignore this strange feeling I am getting. It's like a feeling of dizziness, a feeling of happiness, of guilt and...a strange yearning for more. Am I falling in love? I couldn't be.
Love is a distraction. Love is something that kills. It starts by writhing inside one person's heart. Tugging at you and screaming at you.
I can't have that. But why does it feel as if it's starting? I can't be. The only reason I'm thinking like this is because it was my first kiss.
Should I ask Paris about it? Would he think it foolish of me to ask? Of course he would. The only reason he kissed me was because I was the one he knew the most. But all the other women were much more prettier than I.
Were they?
I had almost forgotten that I was beautiful that night.
Whatever his reasons were I must promise myself to never bring it up. He obviously still had feelings for Helen.
The moment she entered my mind I felt a short sting of hate. It was very short, though.
That night at dinner the men were in a lively conversation.
I was too deep in my thoughts. Paris gave no notice and acted as if nothing happened. It just dawned on me that if I were to tell Cyril and father about what Paris did (or tried) to do to me he would be in big trouble. Unless we were in love with each other. Which we weren't.
Suddenly, before Cyril took a sip from his drink he said, "Oh, Ara, I noticed that you and Paris disappeared early during the festival. I saw you two go off somewhere together."
It was silent. Paris looked at me. I looked at him. Father looked at both of us. Cyril put down his drink and then joined father.
It was a long uncomfortable silence.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was lucky that Paris had something to say.
"We walked up the hill to admire the festival from a top." He said.
I nodded.
They still call him Alexander because they did not know that he was Paris. And that's just what Cyril called him when he asked Alexander to have a talk with him outside the house. I was told to go to my room first.
I quickly ran and sat near my window. Little did they know that I could hear every word.
"Alexander." Went Cyril's voice. He repeated 'Alexander' a couple of times then finally asked,
"What really happened between you and my cousin?"
"Nothing that exists in your mind, Cyril."
"Tell me the truth!"
"Do you think that I would hurt her in my state of mind, boy?"
There was silence, as if Cyril had realized that he was younger that Paris. He was eighteen during Troy, it's been ten years now. Cyril is twenty-one. And I am fourteen.
"Fine, then. I do not accuse you of doing anything such as that to her. But surely if any...intimacy occurred that night then surely you must have corrupted my cousin." I heard Cyril said.
"Why do you say that?"
"I know Ara and she isn't in love with you."
There was silence again.
I didn't know what to do. Should I run outside? What would I do.
At this point Cyril must've known that something happened that night. But if I told him the truth he wouldn't understand what Paris still felt for Helen. If I told him the truth, the results will not benift in anything. He would surely send Paris out. Cyril has suspicions and those suspicions are not to be toyed with.
I made up my mind and ran outside.
They were still in that scary silence.
As if I wasn't thinking, I grabbed Paris' arm and exclaimed, "I love him. Please, Cyril don't hurt him."
Cyril looked bewildered. He stared at us. Did he looked convinced? He must've. Because at that moment, as if he had lost some battle, he went back inside the house without a word.
Paris looked at me, shocked.
Then he smiled his amazing smile. He bent over and kissed me. This time I let him. I wondered what power he possessed to give me such an amazing kiss. I held him close.
But I remembered Helen and how he still must've felt about her. I pulled away.
"No." I said.
"I don't love you." I whispered.
"And you don't love me as well." I added.
I tried to pull my whole self away but he held on. "Ara, I'm alone and so are you." He said.
Then he kissed me again.
Deep inside I knew I wanted him but I also knew he didn't love me the way I did. Both of us being lonley, isn't a reason to be together.
While I was writing this chapter, Avril's song, 'Daydream' started playing and I realized that it pretty much fits my story at this point. Listen to it after reading this chapter.