Chapter 4 – Metaphor
"Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space."
― Orson Scott Card, Alvin Journeyman
To be surrounded by another broken heart is a privilege to study attentively the reaction, to decode stealthy the secrets of the mentor's magic elixir who owns the life advice about the full emotional-charge, strongly affected by the juicy metamorphosis, speaking from the point of view of absolute care.
Nervously blinking with her right eye, which was unbenumbing from the daily routine which was now breaking, preparing mentally for a final deception, Emma had the somber impression that even the rays of the sun have hung another contour, a much more intense color, a happier one, more out-of-the-way from the corporeal that is snatching us in its cold claws.
Passing through the portal which was enveloped in a golden, mysterious mist, directly going forward to reality, she was still standing in the middle of the strait room, completely unventilated, decorated –chromatically talking- with complementary shades, chosen with absolutely good tastes which dominated the boringly symmetric fitted in the view. In the light filtrated by the silver blinds, affixed in a defending position like a stratum of impenetrable bricks and also in the deafening clink of the harmonious respiration, attentively choreographed, of the blood pressure expressed in the emphatic breath, Emma was finding herself in the posture of passing her limits, of exposing her whole person, now possessing a new-found optimism.
Contemplating her with a high view and somehow criticizing, Emma could say that even after a short, visual impression, she was feeling a symbiotic bond with those souls, lonely too, who began looking for the eternal happiness. In the same time, they were all delayed by the same natural error: the property of a second to seem the opposite of an infinite. But in this moment, she was hardly getting out of the new-appeared labyrinth.
"So, judging your posture and putting altogether all the clues that you've confirmed, I can say that we will be your tutors in this new adventure," Ruby said on a press tone, saturated by the power that lays in her character.
"My prayers were listened!" Emma said on a comic timbre, contoured by the clumsiness which she inherited from her biological parents who without any trace of remorse impregnated this little defect into her brain.
"I regret to spoil this feminine party, but I consider our exploring schedule starts only in two days," James affirmed, hiding a perfect organization, like Emma could have inferred.
This argument triggered a wave of expressions that were approving her words, making her to put in slight doubt their intentions.
"Before we jump to conclusions, I suggest that Emma should meet her little room," Graham put into words, seductively playing with his eyebrows.
"I'll stay here?" Emma asked, slowly revealing an euphoric surprise, but also a common fright that appears in front of any new start.
"There is no question that we'll break our new founded club," the chatty Ruby affirmed, who with a move specific for predator, was guiding Emma through the hallway, which was exceeding all the expectations –from the vintage point of view- was covered by pale colored feathers and with also pronounced aztecan motives. It looked like a time-tunnel, completely wrapped up in its own mystery with grey nuances like the old history. Heavily inhaling the weight of the deposed dust on the wooden surfaces like a hidden web, forgotten for long periods, leaving its impress on the naked material, Emma was walking across the narrow passage, included by the backward conspiracies. With an loud slam, over-annoyingly, but now developed in a synopsis of a new world, still undiscovered, she entered a chamber in which was dominating a romantic niff, probably something common, familiar, similar to a calm, marine breeze. For converting her ideology in absolute admiration, she was left to sink in the "life's wine", namely this temporary pleasure. By admiring the powerful colored nuances of the purple spectrum and spinning around in out-of-heart circles on the floor, Emma was about to retrieve herself in this corner of the world, probably guided by her own ideologies, overwhelmed by a mirage which wasn't betraying any of her defects and was just bringing into the light the love of an extreme dream. With a relaxing breeze playing with her raveled strands, she has already laid her entire body which was screaming in agony, on the silken, well-arranged bedspreads, which with restriction involved offered me a moment of rest, brutally interrupted by the questions still defined by ambiguous answers.
When she recovered her consciousness and when she inhaled the closed air of the room which was concisely described by the imagination's power by the structure: "a revolution of tastes", Emma did the involuntary move to lift herself bolt upright, realizing the inevitable quick flow of time, persistently asking her person if the midnight had already passed. The sublime tranquility was ruling, according itself with the happy zooms possessed by the wearers of discussion who were situated in the spacy living room, deprived of the presence of a coffee table, the detail converting the semi prepared dainties' foretaste into an adventure. The curiosity was too tempting, so with moves resembled with a cat's ones, she was redressing herself towards the source of the whispers; She expected to witness a party. Opening the door with perfected attention, she saw a harmonic group of friends studying with complete exertion.
With an inexpressively state of calm, she stepped only in the doorway, contemplating her fellow countrymen who with a critical air were nervously browsing the art course book's pages. Emma exposed her existence with an improper throb, and simultaneously with this minuscule mistake, the moldered wood abruptly crackled. It was a favorable, short, completely-planned-by-the-destiny second, which was enough to trigger a chain-reaction of all the looks that exited the frame of intense study.
"We have the honor to meet Sleeping Beauty!" August joked, displaying a system of amusing qualities which were becoming repetitive.
"The miracle won't last long, trust me! My whole body is crying on the inside," Emma said on a serious, growled tone, denoting a wild exhaustion.
In that marvelous scene, Emma was going to be a detail which was contravening the rules of the game. With a completely uncharacteristic agility –until the present moment- she attacked the extensible divan, letting her tiredness and general euphoria to be released through her minuscule pinholes.
"This absolutely-cluttering headache is progressively making me go mad," James told her on a naïve, unorganized-in-intensity voice, who was standing in an angle of a few degrees. In that moment, he was moving to vertical state, but his propellant moves were steeper, like his entire "centuries-old" organism had strewed atrophied rust in his joints, all the pain built on a repellent fence.
"For what do you perform such an intense work?" Emma inquired, hoping she could sweeten this new-formed trap of tension.
"The ones from the University don't give us quarters with their eyes wide shut. Tomorrow, we have an art quiz," Ruby answered, her dark circles sparkling like a purple flame, revealing the fact that in this cumulated time, the memorized information were transforming into deposits that were pushing grimly her center of concentration.
"In the dawn, when you'll be fully rested, we'll leave you a map of the city, so you can delight with our wondrous city," James affirmed who with a profound twitch in his vocal cords had a lenient look, modified only by a sentimental inflexion which was showing on his retina.
Emma nodded subtly, knowing that she will be on her own during the next sequence of day and night, so her self-authority would be immeasurable.
"I propose to put aside the boring theory for getting to know better our new mate, present here and now," Ruby spoke who with her small and delicate arms took the ribbons of the conversation, digging the vulnerable place –or the past- considering that some life's sublime theories were missing well and truly.
"There are a lot to be said, and words can't comprehend everything," Emma said, carefully masking all her roots. She placed her slightly-exhausted head in her hands and unwillingly started to quarrel the sour-influenced memories she collected throughout her dark years she desperately wanted to erase permanently.
She rationally started with the painful beginning, slowly passed the excruciating period of her unusually-negative childhood, revealing a little amount of details. She told them about Neal's supreme betrayal, bitterness overwhelming her body once more, tears gracefully crossing the silky-textured deck of her smooth cheeks. Emma has always prided herself on being ultimately logical and composed, but the past always had the supernatural ability to spoil her game. She looked around the minuscule room with pleading and reddened eyes even if she usually hated to be comforted by someone from the exterior. All this years, the utter loneliness strengthened her developing character and taught her to sharpen all her defending weapons for the upcoming confrontations. The world has become beyond mean and she found herself begging for forgiveness and for quarter, but this unique moment is the only remedy she could have asked for after so many other years of torment.
Her companions were still frozen solid in their place and the entire room was engulfed by a fatal wave of muteness, Emma's ears were painfully crossed by a wave of sadness and wished to retract all her confessions and start this upcoming escape with a broad and goofy grin plastered on her face. She needs to reinforce the happiness back in its track and started a new conversation which debuted with a meaningless question that was struck in the same dumbfounded silence.
"When did you meet? I assume you aren't relatives," Emma asked in heartbeat, her voice just above the volume of a fragile whisper. Her chest is completely compressed, her heart rate accelerated profoundly, her palms nervously sweat, but she ignores all these small details stubbornly, wholeheartedly waiting for an honest response that would completely eradicate the tension her words have inflicted.
"Just by chance, the same way we met you," Ruby replied after only a few tormented seconds. She was constantly trying to impregnate a smile on her face, even if it was well-hidden behind a mask of calm and collected demeanor.
"We were all young students looking for a break. Graham owns this nice place and progressively we gathered around and founded an artistic club. Hope you're talented at something, too," Graham chirped on a mocking tone and intently approached Emma. In an obvious and polite manner, he was trying to establish a new bond.
"Everyone says I might have a thing for music, but I have never tried to pursue such a career," Emma answered attentively, her whole body relaxing in a single minute. She experienced a sudden wave of frigid chills when she witnessed the approval nod Graham had offered.
"Still wanting to take a look around the city?" James asked on a serious tone, his body was compressed in a minuscule leather chair; the available space reserved only for him was easily conquered by the infinite heap of books.
"Sure, I can't wait to see what it has to offer. Any special suggestions you'd like to give me?" Emma wondered excitedly receiving in response a loud round of immature giggles that were proving that this respective summer would be a true oasis of relaxation, ready to be discovered entirely, with no limits in their irregular trajectory.
"You just need to follow your instinct. That's how you will find the absolute wonders," Ruby suggested, red color rising in her cheeks instantly. Her unique attitude contoured by pure craziness was the best boosting signal she offered, the obnoxious tinge fading in the atmosphere of positivity.
Emma's mind was slowly conquered by adrenaline and desire of knowing, she was truly motivated to discover the sealed feature of this terrestrial heaven. Little did she know that the next day during her hazy wandering, a certain impuissant male figure would turn all her world upside down just like a rotten enigma.
Author's Note: Oh, the cliffhanger! =) Killian is coming next chapter on screen. So, my train leaves in a few hours, but I couldn't have left you without giving first a new update.
And to clarify everyone, this is NOT only a pointless philosophical diary that spins around Emma. The action is starting to increase now that Killian will come in the plot. This will truly be an adventure and romance story, the philosophical part was just for the beginning and now it's over. We just entered the zone of pure tension.
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