A Song of DespairA Chapter by Nwang Third chapter. Daphne's POV. Review and point out any errors. A Song of Despair The doors of the train slid open. People began to rush in and out. He grasped her hand and looked into her eyes. “Let’s run away”, he said in a pleading voice. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Her mind was still processing what he had said. Had she heard him right? Was this a dream? She gazed back into his black orbs, he met her gaze with passion. She gently clutched his hand which was grasping her, and slowly freed her other arm. Without removing her gaze she let go of his hand. The expression on his face was a mixture of surprise, fear and sadness. He wanted to say something but she had already entered the train, and the door had closed behind her. The train started moving. She did not look back at him. She knew that if she looked, she would change her mind. She could not deny that her heart had skipped a beat when he had uttered those words. She had wanted to hold him and kiss him, like there was no tomorrow. But she knew her answer already, she could not let a moment destroy what she had sacrificed for seven years, she would not let her heart be broken again. The lights flickered as the train began to gain speed. As the train entered the darkness of the tunnel; Daphne felt her heart break. **** Daphne Morgan usually does not sing. In fact, there are only a few that have heard her sing. But tonight she wants to sing, sing the song that has been playing inside her head. Daphne is alone in the apartment, she has turned out all the lights and locked all doors. She has a bottle of whisky resting beside her. An open window providing her with the view of the city, and the air of the winter’s night. She sits cross-legged on the floor near the window. She lights a cigarette. Takes one long drag, then extinguishes it in the ash tray. She grabs the bottle of whisky and takes a swig. She keeps the bottle back down, and begins to hum under her breath. Daphne is beautiful and clever, she knows this pretty well. She graduated from college near the top of her class. She has a good job which she enjoys doing, and it pays her well. She is married to a good man who loves her. She is heart-broken. She does not know what defines her anymore. She grabs the bottle and takes another swig. She lies down on the floor. She stretches her hand as if trying to reach the dark ceiling. She had once dreamed of reaching the stars . Once upon a time paradise was within her grasp, but that was it. Mark Russo was never supposed to fall in love with Daphne Morgan; just as Daphne Morgan was never supposed to fall in love with Mark Russo. The world was against it. Destiny was against it. Life was not about love. She felt sorry for Hazel; she felt sorry for Nate. They were never supposed to be hurt. The sins were not theirs; the scars of the past were only for her to bear. Nate had never done anything wrong to her, he had always been the perfect husband. He holds the door for her, he kisses her good morning and good night, he waits for her patiently even though if she is late, he has never spoken a harsh word to her; he loves her, but she cannot seem to return the same. Hazel, the sweet and innocent girl. The first time she had met Hazel was at a party, five years ago. That night Daphne had realized that she was not the only one who was in love with Mark. The poor girl was helplessly in love with Mark, Daphne saw it every time she met her. Hazel had even called her a couple of hours ago inquiring about Mark. Sometimes she wished Mark would finally see the love Hazel offered him. She wished he would forget her, and the past they shared. Sometimes she wished their past was the present, but life is not a fairy tale with happy endings. Life was the reason she was lying drunk in the darkness, and love the reason she was humming this tune. She suddenly stood up on the floor. She picked up the bottle and took a large gulp. She started to dance to soundless music. She waltzed around the dark room. She stopped her dance. She looked up at the ceiling and began to laugh hysterically. Tears began to form in her eyes, soon they began to roll down her cheeks. Her body crashed down to the floor. Her laughter died as Daphne began to cry. She knew that she was being selfish, but was it wrong for her to ask for more? Her mind would replay memories, memories of the past consisting of Mark and her. It was a world full of love and hope. She wanted that world once again; her broken heart craved for it. She slowly picked herself from the floor, wiping the tears from her swollen eyes. She grabbed the bottle once again and took another gulp. She looked outside at the moonless sky, she took in a deep breath and began to sing. She remembered the last time she had sung; it had been Mark’s twenty- second birthday. She had baked him a cake and sung for him happy birthday. He had been happy; she had been happy. That little world had been their paradise. Today she had hurt him by running away, in-turn she had hurt herself. She continued to sing even though it was off-tune. She closed her eyes and her body swayed along with the melody. The bottle began to slip from her forgotten hand, and finally it crashed to the floor. She couldn't care less about broken bottles. She couldn't care less about the world. All she wanted was to be with her Rav, even if it was darkness that followed him. She hurriedly switched on the lights, and grabbed her phone from the top of the dresser. She had turned her phone off after the call from Hazel so, she pressed the button to switch it on. The screen of her phone lit up; she quickly dialed Mark’s number. She wished she had taken his hand at the subway. She wished she had accepted his proposal seven years ago. His phone was switched off. She put her phone inside her pocket, and quickly grabbed her keys and coat. She rushed out of her apartment door towards the lift. She pressed the button for the lift, and waited. She was tired of running away. She was no longer going to sing in despair. She was not going to wait another seven years. She was going to run away with Mark to a far off place where no one knew them. They were going to live together, grow old together, with blue-eyed children running around them. The door of the lift opened. Reality came crashing down. A tall man with dirty blonde hair stood inside the lift. Daphne's steel blue eyes met his stormy grey. “Nate,” she half-whispered.
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Nwangkolkata, west bengal, IndiaAbout"When you can't change the world and you don't want to change yourself. The only thing you can do is create a new world." I write to express myself, my views and my opinions. So this is my world. .. more..Writing
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