Light and darkness. And then light. A new day, so terribly similar to the previous year.
I got no strength, making the same gestures of every day like an automaton. On that day that would have been different, important the day of the turn.
was time to think about the future, a future totalmente diverso da quello che avevo immaginato, che avrei voluto.
Ci avevo pensato a lungo, e non avevo trovato altra soluzione: quella mattina stessa avrei inviato una comunicazione scritta a Carlisle nella quale notificavo la mia intenzione di cedere interamente la mia quota societaria, senza ricevere in cambio alcun compenso, affinchè nulla mi legasse più a loro.
Mi vestii in fretta, in pochi minuti ero fuori, un freddo pungente mi colpì in pieno face. I shook his coat, tightening the scarf.
I walked to the subway, I waited for another hard day's work. I was alone. Totally alone. Despite numerous attempts by Alice and Esme to talk to me, I had built an insurmountable barrier to prevent any kind of communication .
Rose had not seen her, despite living on the same floor, I had looked for more.
The only love I had left was to di Charlie, un faro sempre fisso cui aggrapparmi durante le tempeste che imperversavano nella mia vita. Nonostante avessi scelto di non dirgli nulla, restava la mia ancora di salvezza nei momenti più bui della giornata.
Alle prese con le solite scartoffie, trascorsi le ore pensando all’istante in cui sarei rientrata a casa, per rimettermi a letto.
Era già buio quando scesi in strada, incamminandomi verso la fermata della metro: era stata una giornata durissima, e nonostante non avessi alcuna voglia di continuare a lavorare per la Holding, my sense of responsibility made me want to stay at least until Carlisle did not accept my proposal and given the new provisions, allowing me to go out forever from society.
- Isabella! -
I turned shooting:
- Ah Raul. . . - Advancing toward me, panting.
A dark gray suit, his smile bright, open, eyes blacks, those wavy hair scompigliati.
-Pensavo di ritrovarla al bar, a pranzo. . . non è venuta ? -
- Oh. . no. . ho avuto da fare -
- Bene. . . potremmo recuperare questa sera. . . che ne dice di cenare insieme?-
Sospirai, seccata.
Non avevo alcuna voglia di intrattenermi con qualcuno, tanto more if it was a man who never missed an opportunity to embarrass me with his courting.
I began to shake his head
- Raul She is really very nice, but. . . here I do not feel -
I felt his hands resting on my arms
- Isabella. . . I know perfectly well that it is not a good time for her. . but let me give her a few pleasant hours, I promise that I will not cascamorto. . . - sorrise divertito.
- Oh. . io non. . - scuotendo la testa, un sorriso appena accennato.
Non mi lasciò finire.
- La prego. . . - prese una mano portandosela alle labbra, sfiorandone impercettibilmente il dorso. La ritrassi all’istante. Non ero pronta per un gesto simile, non quando mi ricordava terribilmente altre labbra, morbide, dolcissime, invitanti, profumate.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Ricacciai with all my might that unforgettable branded in my mind, in my senses. . .
- Ok. . . but know that I have no intention of staying out late -
- Promised! - And that smile was full open.
We walked along the sidewalk when I heard a rushing noise drag back the man who was beside me, a dull sound, which threw him to the ground.
- You dirty bastard! It was you! - That voice, her intense to invade the nostrils.
I turned. . . . and two emeralds I stared deep and tormented, pierce the heart:
- Isabella. . . come away with me - I saw him raise an arm, reaching out tone sweet, enchanting, pure balm for my soul.
That beautiful face was pale, shocked expression, I watched her soft lips, slightly open, so terribly sensual, and a slight beard gave her skin a golden glow formidable.
closed my eyes, holding back the fact that having to make myself vulnerable. Why I renounced without hesitation to my pride, my dignity, but every thing to follow, even hell.
a while, a punch in the face, and saw him stagger , then turn around. . . and respond to the assault, finding myself in the middle of a brawl between the loops that looked upset.
- Enough! Stop. . . please! - I screamed, and saw them strike without mercy, with superhuman strength.
until I saw Raul fall helplessly to the ground, streams of blood come out of the right eyebrow, nose, mouth.
- Oh my god! Raul! - I knelt down, trying to lift it.
- Let's Isabella! - That demon beautiful, gorgeous, was in front of me, standing in his hand.
I stared at her face, her eyes full of anger, hatred. . .
- She does not belong Cullen. . . no more - Raul was raised, the back of one hand against the bloody lip.
- Era quello che volevi, non è vero ! - rispose Edward, con una rabbia furiosa.
Lo vidi scagliarsi di nuovo su di lui, gli bloccai il braccio con tutta la forza di cui ero capace:
- Basta Edward! - urlai inviperita.
Si fermò, voltandosi a guardarmi, sul suo viso lo stupore:
- Cosa ti è successo Isabella?-
- Voglio that you go Edward! I want to come out of my life, forever! - Despite the felt heart bleeds for the myriad of conflicting feelings that his vision unleashed in me.
- I. . . I can tell you everything Isabella. . . give me the opportunity to do so -
- I do not want to hear anything! I do not care your lies, I've had their pockets full. I'm tired of you, I'm tired of everything! -
I saw those two emeralds staring bewildered, frightened, confused , while shining with tears those who had taken to crowd on her eyelashes sweet:
- It 's so this infinite love that I spoke to Isabella? -
Startled, furious.
- What do you know you love Edward! How can you tell me about this? -I shouted with all the anger I had in my body.
- I know that I love you. And I could not never live without you. And you. . . you did not hesitate a moment to repudiate even giving credit to people who know. . . - The anger in his voice.
- It 's thanks to them I finally know who you are! -
His eyes fixed on mine, shaking his head
- I'm just a man hopelessly in love with you Isabella. . . and if I'm wrong ... if I lied, it was purely and simply because I was terrified of losing - that sweet voice, broken by the tears that had begun to rigargli face.
than I wanted to believe those words, glued my lips to his, scream all the love that still raged in me.
closed my eyes again, trying to find the strength to move it away from me
- It 's over Edward. Forever! - The cold stare.
Raul was standing next to me, a hand on my arm:
- Do not touch a worm! - A step forward, with vehemence, began to strike again.
- Leave him alone! - Yells, standing between them.
A step back, look lost, the pupils dilated, her lips parted as if in search of oxygen, shaking his head nervously:
- What. . . What happened to you Isabella? -
- Cullen thanked yourself. . . and your life based on lies - Raul intervened.
seemed not to hear, her eyes in my , bright, bright green:
- You belong to me Isabella. . . and I do not care what it will take me, I'll bring you -
I turned around while holding Raul, walking along the sidewalk.
Rimase li, immobile, le braccia lungo i fianchi, i pugni serrati, la testa china.
-Isabella...- la sua voce...lo vidi accasciarsi a terra, in ginocchio.
Chiusi gli occhi, ingoiando quelle lacrime di veleno che mi affioravano in gola.
- Dove abita?-
- Sulla 52ma. . . converrà prendere un taxi -
In ten minutes we had to, needed to be medicated.
He had deep wounds on his right eyebrow, cheek, lower lip. It bled profusely.
I watched him carefully as he struggled to control his pace, sometimes staggering: I had no idea of \u200b\u200bsuperhuman strength with which he had been hit, but I could deduct it from the sighs and imperceptible moaning protruding from his lips involuntarily as he climbed the stairs, supported by my shoulder.
Get the keys from his right pocket, the door opened and we entered what was to be his apartment. Tastefully furnished, modern, minimal, dominated by a black leather sofa in the small living room, glimpsed at the bottom of a bedroom.
He took off his coat with difficulty, then the jacket. . . throwing helplessly on the couch. I posizionai beside him, looking at those wounds
- I need a little 'cotton wool and disinfectant - placing his fingers on his face.
I found myself with his dark eyes staring at me intently, while her warm breath tickling my face.
I woke up, I left abruptly.
- They are the, in the bathroom, there is a first aid kit behind the door-
He bowed his head, Place it on the back soft, eyes closed.
In an instant I was new to him, I began to pass the disinfectant cleaning up blood from wounds. I saw his jaw tighten, breathing hard.
I took my fingers on the corner of the mouth, where the wound was bleeding again: I put my batting, trying to do as gently as possible.
I did not realize that I was dangerously close to his lips, watched the best, full, fleshy. . . his eyes fixed on mine, his breath on my face.
A moment with that and I found myself on my mouth, to brush her with zeal. . . then open up, imprisoning my lower lip, sucked in, at a glacial pace. . . it was strange, he was so terribly different from himself, from those lips soft, warm, fragrant, inviting. . . His tongue to lick the entrance of my mouth moist, vigorous. . . was not his taste. . .
Her hands on my face, mighty, he decided. . . . were not his hands. to go down, unbuttoning his shirt. . . to rest on my breast. . .
0 comments:
Post a Comment