Memories
"Why?"
Evelyn's POV:
In the distance, I could hear a faint ringing. My eyelids fluttered open, but I quickly shut them because of the bright lights hanging above me.
The sound of the chair leg scraping against the floor overtook the ringing. A warm hand grabbed my own, and it was a sort of swift motion, like an act of earnest or desperation.
Inhaling, I opened my eyes to find a pair of blue eyes staring back at me.
"Evelyn," the man gasped, and silent tears slipped down his cheeks.
My mouth opened, as if I was going to say something, but nothing came out. My throat was too dry to manage any sound.
"Evelyn, you know me," he said, his voice choked up, and he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
I wanted to laugh, cry, or deny knowing him. But deep inside, I knew this man. I just couldn't manage to realize that someone that I had loved who had disappeared had finally come back. For me.
I couldn't speak. Because if I did, I knew that tears would start pouring out, and I wouldn't even be able to say anything, anyway. I could never hold in my emotions.
The man's familiar blue eyes shined with tears, his rough palms gripping my arms tightly. "Evelyn, Evelyn. I'm your--"
It was like a dam broke, and all the water that was held back flooded me with emotions: anger, sadness, joy.
"I know!" I screamed, and the tears were relentless; they still came down upon my cheeks like a waterfall. "Why? Why, Luke?"
"Why what?" Luke cradled me, softly and sweetly like he would never let go. Like he'd never disappear from me.
"Why did you leave me?" My words stumbled over each other. "Why are you here? Why did you try to take me? Why do--"
He pressed his fingers against my lips, interrupting the last and most important question. "I had to, Eve," he whispered into my ear. "I had to leave you. I'm sorry."
"Then why did you have to take me away?" I sobbed against his chest. "You're my-my--"
Luke waited for the last part.
"You're my brother," I whispered softly.
Niall's POV:
It had been a couple of hours since Evelyn had left. I began pacing up and down the hallway, nearly ripping out my hair in frustration.
Once again she had disappeared. Why? Why was I so stupid to let her slip out of my grasp while I still had her? Lyn was slippery, and I couldn't get a tight grip on her. She was like water, and I was the foolish person trying to hold it in my hand.
Harry tried not to appear worried, but I could see his muscles tensed up while he watched television.
I sighed. One more hour, and then I would set out for her.
In the distance, I could hear a faint ringing. My eyelids fluttered open, but I quickly shut them because of the bright lights hanging above me.
The sound of the chair leg scraping against the floor overtook the ringing. A warm hand grabbed my own, and it was a sort of swift motion, like an act of earnest or desperation.
Inhaling, I opened my eyes to find a pair of blue eyes staring back at me.
"Evelyn," the man gasped, and silent tears slipped down his cheeks.
My mouth opened, as if I was going to say something, but nothing came out. My throat was too dry to manage any sound.
"Evelyn, you know me," he said, his voice choked up, and he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
I wanted to laugh, cry, or deny knowing him. But deep inside, I knew this man. I just couldn't manage to realize that someone that I had loved who had disappeared had finally come back. For me.
I couldn't speak. Because if I did, I knew that tears would start pouring out, and I wouldn't even be able to say anything, anyway. I could never hold in my emotions.
The man's familiar blue eyes shined with tears, his rough palms gripping my arms tightly. "Evelyn, Evelyn. I'm your--"
It was like a dam broke, and all the water that was held back flooded me with emotions: anger, sadness, joy.
"I know!" I screamed, and the tears were relentless; they still came down upon my cheeks like a waterfall. "Why? Why, Luke?"
"Why what?" Luke cradled me, softly and sweetly like he would never let go. Like he'd never disappear from me.
"Why did you leave me?" My words stumbled over each other. "Why are you here? Why did you try to take me? Why do--"
He pressed his fingers against my lips, interrupting the last and most important question. "I had to, Eve," he whispered into my ear. "I had to leave you. I'm sorry."
"Then why did you have to take me away?" I sobbed against his chest. "You're my-my--"
Luke waited for the last part.
"You're my brother," I whispered softly.
Niall's POV:
It had been a couple of hours since Evelyn had left. I began pacing up and down the hallway, nearly ripping out my hair in frustration.
Once again she had disappeared. Why? Why was I so stupid to let her slip out of my grasp while I still had her? Lyn was slippery, and I couldn't get a tight grip on her. She was like water, and I was the foolish person trying to hold it in my hand.
Harry tried not to appear worried, but I could see his muscles tensed up while he watched television.
I sighed. One more hour, and then I would set out for her.
11/29/13