you guys are brilliant, you know that, right? i LOVED last chapters reviews-challenge completed! can i ask you to keep it up or is that asking too much? xD
this chapters gonna be a little on the shorter side (cmon, you knew it was gonna happen) bc i want to keep updating but i don't have time to write long chapters- so i think this is kind of a compromise?
nevertheless a lot is revealed (in my opinion anyway) and i want to hear what you think!
Olivia Rezza's eyes slit in anger and she leans back in her seat. Her fingers run through her flaming hair and she tilts her laptop screen forward to chase away the glare. Leaning forward, she squints her eyes and raises the volume to the absolute highest.
"...I believe you," Chloe says, giving Alek a wry smile. "I don't know if I'd believe it from anyone else, but coming from you it feels true." Alek grins, eyes dancing, and slides one of the shorter roses beneath her curls.
Mrs. Rezza slams down the screen and pushes it away from her with disgust. All of her planning was burning to ashes because of some puppy love and a British accent! She had spent months brainwashing men and women on how to pretend to be suicidal. She trained them in the fine art of becoming immune to poison and disappearing under a false identity. And for what?
Her eyes, out of habit, scan her desk, until they rest on a young man's smile, surrounded by a wooden frame. All previous fury is forgotten, as she lovingly traces the outline of the picture. Brian. The angel of a boy.
She had seen it in his eyes, and she knew it wasn't going to go away.
Damn that Simone. She had figured it out so quickly.
The elderly women, now looking twenty years older than just a few moments before, wearily slides open the top drawer. The picture sleeps face down but she sees his face in her mind's eye. She reaches to flip it over, but hesitates. Not today. She doesn't have the strength to see him today. After a moment she slides the drawer closed and closes her eyes, lightly rubbing her forehead. She feels what seems like layers of wrinkles underneath her fingertips.
Mrs. Rezza walks over to the oval mirror hanging in the hall and gives herself a long hard look. Time has defeated you, she can't help but think bitterly. Beauty fades and all you would die for years ago is hopelessly out of reach.
My times is almost over, she almost says out loud, but doesn't have the courage. She traces the mirror as she traced Brian, and she could cry at how alike they are.
"Doomed to love what is forbidden," she whispers, and for the first time in years, a tear cascades down her cheek. She picks it up with her fingertip and brings it forward to her eye. The woman squints, as if she isn't sure what she's seeing is possible.
"You old hag. You have feelings after all," she says giving herself a cynical smile.
After all, it is feelings that propels her to stay alive. She might have screwed up her own chance at love, but she is going to save it for Brian.
She walks back over to her computer and slowly lifts the screen. After hastily typing in the password, Chloe and Alek jump back into motion. He's whispering something into her ear and she's giggling, tucking a stray strand behind the ear decorated with rose petals. Mrs. Rezza feels the anger start to burn inside her again. Didn't the girl care? She didn't deserve Brian, really. But if that was what he wanted, that was what he would get.
A few texts hadn't been enough. It was time to take this to the next level.
time to get clicking!