end of that chapter
also ignore the last post because i edited it so here it is again
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The week passes well, to my delight. On Wednesday, Envy met me a few streets from the school. He walked me to school, smiling all the way, and home again. On Thursday he was around the corner of my street. He held my hand on the way to school. After school, Envy had to be home as soon as possible. I watched him walk away, smiling to myself as he ignored the girls who were trying all too hard to talk to him.
Today Envy met me just streets from our school. He walked me to school again. When school finished, he was at the gate where we shared our first kiss.
Now he is holding my hand and we're just seconds away from my home. When we stop her holds my hands up and smiles at me. I just love that grin.
I'm about to thank him when he begins to talk. "So, Rose," He says, "Are we together now?"
I nod instinctively. "At least I think so."
He grins wider before leaning forward to me. I can tell he wants to kiss me, so I pull him down to me. His lips brush briefly against mine, though he steps back away from me instantly. I look at him, puzzled, until my mother clears her throat.
She is standing right next to us with her hands on her hips and a menacing look on her face. She doesn't need to say anything to explain what she's thinking. Her expression practically has it written down on paper: what are you doing with my daughter?
Envy and I open our mouths to speak. We turn to look at each other, both relying on the other one to say something. No sound escapes.
My mother turns her head from me to Envy and back to me. "And who's this?" She demands.
Envy speaks first. "Um… hi, Mrs. -" He quickly glances at me and I shake my head. "Miss Whitney?"
I nod briefly.
"I'm Envy…" He pauses. "And I - well… I am your daughter's boyfriend."
Chapter 7: Mine
My mother's hand raises to her mouth and she steps back. I can tell by the look in her eyes that what's got her so feared is not the fact that I have a boyfriend, it's that she seems to know that he isn't human. And she's also recognized him as the boy I drew. The supposedly evil boy.
"Mum, I -"
She stares at me. "Him?" She questions, fear coating her voice, "But he's -"
I am trying my hardest to explain to her that I actually love him. He's not that evil boy. I just thought he was. The only way I can explain it is by saying it straightforward. "Mum," I stutter, "I love him. I swear."
They both freeze. Envy seems to smile at me, but Mum's face is a whole other story. She's absolutely dumb founded.
Mum straightens herself. She turns to Envy. "And do you love my daughter?"
"Yes, I love her." He replies confidently, without any hesitation what so ever.
I want to kiss him so badly, to say those words to him alone. So maybe it's only been a week, but I loved him from the very start. I want to know if it was the same for him, if that love in his eyes was real. He saved my life for a reason.
I glance at Mum, but her face is still in fear. I can see in her eyes that she knows he could just as easily be lying to both of us. I would never want to think that in a million years, but somehow the thought still slips into my mind and for just a split second I partially believe it.
The first time he saw me I saw the love in his eyes. After just seconds that look turned into hatred and evil. I ran from him because I believed that mask. All Mum can see is that mask glued to his face. To me he's picked it up from the ground and he's holding it his hand. I don't even understand why. And neither of us knows what to do with it.
Envy looks at me with a strange expression on his face. I can't tell if he's sad or confused.
We both turn to my mum. She looks away angrily. "Rose, come inside. I need to talk to you," She turns around quickly and storms towards the front door. Once she's out of sight, I turn back to Envy.
"What was that?" He asks, his voice strained.
"What?" I reply quietly.
"Your face. The way you looked at me just then."
I don't say anything. I can't. How can I explain to him that I doubted my trust for him?
"Rose," He sighs. "Please don't doubt me. I meant it when I said I love you."
I simply look at my feet and fiddle around with my skirt's hem. So why can't I say it now?
"Rose, please say something."
I open my mouth slowly and hold my fringe off of my face. "I love you, Envy."
Envy's face relaxes and he smiles softly. I smile back at him, but out of the corner of my eye I can see my mum waiting in the doorway.
"I need to go…"
"Not before I get that kiss."
My cheeks redden quickly and instinctively I turn my gaze away from him.
Envy's smile widens. He lifts his hand to my face and gently turns my head towards him. "You are so adorable." Even he is blushing. I close my eyes. I can feel him moving closer to me. His lips touch mine, soft and perfect, just like every other time.
The kiss lasts for minutes.
It only ends when my mother grabs a hold of my hair and yanks me down. "I said, I need to talk to you."
She lets go of my hair and takes my arm, dragging me to the house.
"Rose, him!? You know what he is, don't you?" Mum yells.
I nod my head, keeping my sight to the ground. "He told me everything."
"He's dangerous, Rose!"
Suddenly I remember something: she hid so much from me for eighteen years. I raise my head.
"Mum, look, I know what I am! I know what I can do! I know that my father was a Shadow man, so get over it!" I scream. "And I know I'm a Shadow girl too! I don't understand why you tried to keep all of this from me! I could have had a life, you know!"
She looks taken back. "Rose-"
"I don't want to hear it," I tell her bluntly, "You were trying to protect me from the danger that didn't exist. Instead, you created a danger for me! What if, Mum, when I was a child I discovered the magic and kill someone? Or killed myself? Or maybe I could have been put in danger, and I wouldn't have been able to protect myself? You didn't think of that, did you? Nothing you do will ever be able to stop me from loving Envy."
She frowns at me. All she wants is to just get her way, for me to live the normal boring life that I don't want anymore.
And she thinks I hadn't noticed that my blood is black.
“Do you realize how many times I've been to the hospital in my childhood, just for them to make sure my blood is fine? It's freaking black." I shout, "I can't live a life where every time I hurt myself I have to go to the doctor or a hospital. I'm one of them, Mum. I don't belong here."
Mum continues to frown at me.
"I can't life a god dang life where my own mother doesn't care about me anymore."
She opens her mouth to speak, but it seems to me that she can't think of anything to say to me after that.
I turn away from her before she has a chance a chance. Out of curiosity, I peek out of the door. Envy is still standing there, staring into thin air, his mouth only just open. He looks like he's waiting for something. He stays there for at least five minutes, before I open the door. Envy's head moves slowly down to see me. He smiles as I walk towards him, and past him, across the road to the park on my street. He follows me around into the playground, where I sit on his lap in the dirt. He wraps his arms around my waist, all without saying a word.
We both watch the clouds in the sky, floating past slowly. My head rests gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his breath on my cheek. After what feels like an hour, I fall asleep in his arms.
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A sweet dream soon enters my mind, a place warm and sunny, a soft grassy floor, scattered with flowers. I'm by myself in the grass, lying down in the flowers. As I sit up, a figure appears in the meadow next to me.
His arm reaches over me, wrapping around my shoulder. He kisses my cheek. "Hello again, Rose," He utters sweetly. I turn to him, his soft black hair brushing against my forehead.
"Envy…” I begin. He smiles at me before he lifts his hand to run his fingers through my hair. "I love you."
I kiss him gently until he breaks away to take a breath. As I open my eyes, I notice another figure standing at the edge of the grass. The background is purely white, no clouds or sun in sight. I look around us. There is no continuation of the grass. The meadow stops where the perfection ends.
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