Part III

By Your Side

I usually come to the Astronomy Tower every night; it’s the only other place that is as peacefully and calming as the lakeside.

Leaning against the cold stone that surrounds me, mercilessly captivating me inside the castle, yet, at the same time, ensuring my safety, I look out into the starry night. It is probably the most beautiful night that I have seen in a while.

Each star shines like a beacon of hope in the dark, velvety evening sky. The Moon, as round as a galleon, is hanging delicately above with its misty haze blurring around it, creating a type of fuzzy halo. A fragile, midnight breeze travels around me, hugging my body in a blanket of cool security as it whistles incoherent whispers, that strangely sooth me, in my ears.

I sigh in relaxation. I always felt so alive during the starry nights. I’m not sure it’s a normal thing.
Oh, what does it matter? I’ve never been normal anyway, no use in trying to be now.

With a grim smile setting upon my lips, I walk over to the edge and look down at the magical environment beneath me; at the fairytale-ish grounds that is Scotland.

Everything looks so perfect. Everything looks so…fake. So unreal, like a fantasy.

I stand there, comfortably looking down, trying my best not to let my thoughts wander to him. I don’t understand. How can it be so difficult for me to not think of one person? There are more than a million things in this spacious universe to dwell about, yet my mind remains focused on one thing.

How can this be? My thoughts are only filled with his eyes, his lips, his hands, his arms, and his love that will never be mine.

I shake my head. No! No! No! Please, don’t think of him. He doesn’t love you, there isn’t a chance. Don’t lead yourself on. Don’t think of anything, please!

God, isn’t it pitiful when you beg yourself to not think, because you know it causes you pain? Isn’t it pitiful when you beg yourself not to dream, because you know it won’t come true? Isn’t it just pitiful when you beg yourself not to love, because you know it won’t be returned?

Fighting back tears, I throw my head into my hands, letting my dark crimson hair pool around my face. Isn’t this just pitiful?

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I usually spend my nights sulking on my lavender and cream, mahogany, four-poster bed, while the rest of my schoolmates are in a deep sleep. But, tonight, I can’t deal with their excessive snoring, or their repetitive moans, or their fitful slumber.

I am both physically and mentally yearning for a place of silence, a sancutary to seek tranquility. For a place that will allow me to relax…and keep my mind off of her.
I believe my brain has reached its pinnacle of fantasies. I don’t think my mind can handle any more dreams. I’m positive that it is filled to the rim with a collection of them.

Plus, I don’t think I can handle any more myself. It makes me too depressed to come back from that fake land of happiness that I created in my head, to the dull, lifeless realm of reality, where I realize my pain is overwhelming.

I can’t take it anymore. She’s never going to love me.

Why can’t I get that through my thick head? Why do I keep dwelling on something that will never happen?
Maybe it’s because I can’t face the truth? I just can’t handle hearing it? Heck, it just hurts.

Attempting to put my mind to where I am going, I pull my raven black cloak tighter around my form, willing my body to be consumed by the soot-dusted shadows of the corridors. Begging to blend in, begging to be invisible, just to disappear.

Quickly and swiftly, I make my way to the Astronomy Tower, praying to all the Gods that I don’t run into anyone along the way. I'm not in the mood to cope with people at the moment.

As I am walking up the cracked stairs that lead to the tower, a faint sound finds its way to my ears. The higher I get, the more defined it becomes. As I near the door, it sounds so clear.

Sniffling. And ragged breathing. Was someone up here?

Whipping out my sword, even though I doubt it would do me much good, regarding my lack of proficiency of sword battle, I press my hand to the handle and push it open slowly, willing the ancient hinges not to creak.

The door opens silently and I came to view the most heartbreaking site I have ever witnessed.

There she was: sitting on the dusty floor with her arms hugging her knobby knees close to her chest. Her head buried in between her arms and her angelic dark hair falling around her in a halo of waves.

My hands must have grown sweaty and let the door slip, as next I heard a loud bang and felt my cloak being ripped off me.

In light speed, she jerked her head up and her eyes widened comically as she found she was no longer alone in her sanctuary.

I took one look into those leaking, pain-filled, silvery eyes and I almost shed tears myself. Something came over me: I seemed to blank out and let it take control of my actions.

I don’t exactly know what happened.

But, I do know, that the next thing I felt was a weight in my arms, something warm against my lips, and a sensation of hope blossom in my chest.

A/N: That was part III, the end of this mini story. Hope you liked.

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