Song: Paradise by Coldplay
When she was just a girl, she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
When she was just a girl, she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night, she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
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HANNAH'S POV
Do I?
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I can see everyone looking at me, waiting for me to answer. But I can't.
Not after what just happened.
I don't think anyone else noticed it except me, or maybe they did, but yeah, something indeed has happened. His face looks deadpanned, as usual, not a single emotion can be seen, nothing to give him away... except his eye.
Only in the span of a few seconds, his eyes that felt reachable before, now not only seemed far away but also has gone beyond dark.
They look numb yet seems to hold a frenzy at the same time.
I don't think I was the only one mesmerized when our eyes met, I was pretty sure I saw admiration in his, too. But now that I think about it, probably it was just a hallucination of my mind. Because as I kept walking towards him, his gaze became more and more gloomy but not a muscle from his perfectly sculpted face moved.
His eye that felt like seeing right through me before were still fixated on me, but for some reason, I didn't think he was seeing me at all. He had a look on his face that made me think that maybe I was wrong all along. it's just his darkened eyes that are on me but I'm far away from his mind like he's not even here. I kept taking small steps towards him until I was exactly in front of him, his eyes never wavered one bit.
He kept staring at me with emptiness, we were only a few inches apart but he was distant. Not like we were close anyways for me to reach him, but as I stood there so close to him to observe every single spec of him, I couldn't help but notice his preoccupied state. I could tell that it wasn't me he was seeing at all, he was in some other world to even notice that I've already reached him or that I exist.
He was looking at me without seeing me if that makes sense.
How the hell do you even know this? my subconscious chipped in.
Because I'm good at reading people.
And because I'm not blind, duh.
This is the part where my father was to give me away and for him to take my hand in every sense, but none of it happened. I looked around when I saw an elegant older woman walking towards us, more like towards him.
She must be in her mid-fifties but she was still so beautiful, she had some wrinkles here and there but it just added more to her elegant personality. Her blue eyes held grace and kindness. When she was right behind him that's when I noticed the resemblance.
Oh, so she's his mother! So far, the only resemblance I've seen is in their looks, though he looks more like his dad. She has a very pleasant vibe to her, whereas he is just plain harsh and cold.
Ah! Good genes run in the family.
I can see her holding back tears but sadness is still very evident. My attention was soon diverted back to him when she touched his shoulder and he flinched a little. It was almost unnoticeable and if I wasn't standing right in front of him, I must have missed it.
It has been only a few seconds yet it feels like an eternity, everything has slowed down.
He looked at her and probably realization hit him. She patted his shoulder sympathetically and left. He observed his surrounding before his gaze set back on me.
Yep, I was definitely hallucinating earlier when I thought I saw something for me in his eyes. Or maybe it was something I was unconsciously expecting to see. I think I mentioned before that I looked pretty, right? But apparently not to him.
As I focus on him once again, the only things I can see in his eyes for me were
Hatred
Loathing
Resentment
He wasn't even hiding it.
He made no effort this time to conceal his emotions, rather he made sure it reached me loud and clear.
And it scared me.
Never in my life, I've experienced such emotion from anyone, such hatred. It's not ordinary dislike for someone, let alone for someone you're getting married to. I don't know what I have done for him to despise me. Yet none of us broke the eye contact.
Maybe he's also manipulated into this, but it doesn't look like it's all happening without his approval. And even if it is, I did try to talk to him so we could figure a way out but as far as he's concerned, he hasn't made any effort to do so.
"I will ruin you, Hannah Evans and nothing will save you. I won't go down, not by a slut like you."
A shiver of fear ran through my spine as I recalled his promise. The things he said to me at the bar once again played in my mind, still as disturbing as the first time. Never have I ever feel this uncomfortable just by someone's gaze.
His colder than the ice eyes stayed fixed on me, the intensity and darkness in them increasing with each passing second. His whole aura has become so dark and dangerous that it's becoming impossible for me to maintain the never broken eye contact.
I averted my eyes from him to settle my maddening nerves but it's not helping, because he still hasn't averted his.
Finally, the priest started the ceremony but my mind comprehended none of it.
My eyes went back to the man in front but couldn't stay longer than a second, scared his eyes might burn me to the ground.
He said 'I do' with no compassion in his tone whatsoever. I kept my head down as if it'll save me from the wrath he's possessing at the moment.
But when the priest asked me, I couldn't answer, scared to death that if I said yes what my life will be.
His eyes held unspoken promises, promises he's intending to keep, telling me to run away as far as possible. And honestly, I'd like nothing more than that.
To run away from his threatening gaze and never look back. To escape this trap my father has set me up for. To wake up and realize it was just a nightmare.
I can tell everyone is waiting for my answer but I'm petrified of the future.
But what about my father, what will happen to him if I said no?
But I can't do this to myself either. This is not the life I'm planning to live in.
Can I be selfish?
Can I throw him under the bus to save myself?
"... for the last time, Hannah."
I looked up from my fidgeting fingers with uncertainty only to see my dad's pale face, dejected and pleading eyes. My own face probably looks no better than his.
Despite the contemplation, I decided then and there.
I once again turned my gaze back to the man who I know will be my downfall, I said
.
.
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"I do"
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Phew! Finally, they are married.
And what one hell of a nerve-wracking ceremony it was.
Now officially this will be the start of their journey, and from now on I promise there will be less of the inside-the-head talking and much more dialogues, fun, intensity, and romance.
Watch out people, things are about to get exciting!!!!!!!!!!!
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