HALO - Lorraine C (the best books to read txt) 📗

Prologue

Prologue

The shadows are long around us and I know that if I keep remembering; the first tear will roll down. And I fear that the tears won’t stop raining down. Not one of these tears could wash the pain but only indulge my weak side.

 

“What more do you want from me?” she could see the pain etched into his face and she knew was making it harder than it had to be. Would her dying maybe make him happier? If she didn’t exist, if she didn’t know he existed would life have been slightly different?

How could things change so easily and quickly like they had? The electricity of the empty space between them was like a sizzling tangible force.

 

The loud silence echoed back in-between them. Her heart was erratically beating; she bet he could hear it and felt as if “nervous wreck” echoed from her very bones.

Who would save her this time when her own personal angel couldn’t… wouldn’t more like.

His jet-black hair looked raven blue in the dim darkness. A halo of light shone on his head, cast from the dim car lights and the street lamps outside.

His eyes an intense green pierced through her with false accusations, while at the same time searching for an answer to the ever-growing problems facing them. Searching for the answer to a question that neither one of them knew. All the answers in the world were useless anyways.

 

“Look this is bigger than the both of us, there’s nothing we, I can do at all”. He paused then breathed, “Nothing.” The resolution in his voice was palpable.

All she could think was, so how was she meant to live now?

“We are two powerless people from two different worlds. Pawns of fate and circumstances”

And there he was speaking in riddles once more.

Her life was now changing into a bad romcom except without the predictable happy ending. She wasn’t even sure if all the time he’d spent with her was just out of pity, Pity to fulfil her own shallow human mortal needs. Irreconcilable differences.

 

Did he ever really actually love her or was it necessary? A necessity to keep both parties alive.

Key to keeping the key alive.

The key that was.

 

She truly believed it with all her heart that he never really loved her at all. Not once, not ever.

“Oh come on. You know that’s unfair and untrue, not at all do I hate you” he sounded as if he meant it. But did she know that? He was skilled at hiding things.

 

You know that feeling you get sometimes. Something from deep within you that tells you to run, or that it’s time to eat, cry, laugh, and fear.

Instinct.

Chuck Taylor brought it all to her. At least that’s who she thought he was. It was like what they called first love. Except more intense, real and more alive. It was like being led blind not knowing where you were going, but you’d know when you got there.

 

Prologue

 

The shadows are long around us and I know that if I keep remembering; the first tear will roll down. And I fear that the tears won’t stop raining down. Not one of these tears could wash the pain but only indulge my weak side.

 

“What more do you want from me?” she could see the pain etched into his face and she knew was making it harder than it had to be. Would her dying maybe make him happier? If she didn’t exist, if she didn’t know he existed would life have been slightly different?

How could things change so easily and quickly like they had? The electricity of the empty space between them was like a sizzling tangible force.

 

The loud silence echoed back in-between them. Her heart was erratically beating; she bet he could hear it and felt as if “nervous wreck” echoed from her very bones.

Who would save her this time when her own personal angel couldn’t… wouldn’t more like.

His jet-black hair looked raven blue in the dim darkness. A halo of light shone on his head, cast from the dim car lights and the street lamps outside.

His eyes an intense green pierced through her with false accusations, while at the same time searching for an answer to the ever-growing problems facing them. Searching for the answer to a question that neither one of them knew. All the answers in the world were useless anyways.

 

“Look, this is bigger than the both of us, there’s nothing we, I can do at all”. He paused then breathed, “Nothing.” The resolution in his voice was palpable.

All she could think was, so how was she meant to live now?

“We are two powerless people from two different worlds. Pawns of fate and circumstances”

And there he was speaking in riddles once more.

Her life was now changing into a bad romcom except without the predictable happy ending. She wasn’t even sure if all the time he’d spent with her was just out of pity, Pity to fulfil her own shallow human mortal needs. Irreconcilable differences….

 

Did he ever really actually love her or was it necessary? A necessity to keep both parties alive.

Key to keeping the key alive.

The key that was.

 

She truly believed it with all her heart that he never really loved her at all. Not once, not ever.

“Oh come on. You know that’s unfair and untrue, not at all do I hate you” he sounded as if he meant it. But did she know that? He was skilled at hiding things.

 

You know that feeling you get sometimes. Something from deep within you that tells you to run, or that it’s time to eat, cry, laugh, and fear.

Instinct.

Jacen Fiore brought it all to her. At least that’s who she thought he was. It was like what they called first love. Except more intense, real and more alive. It was like being led blind not knowing where you were going, but you’d know when you got there.

 

Chapter One

 

Chapter One

 

She slowly looked around the surrounding houses as she carried in a box marked ‘My Books!’ The almost identical manicured lawns bristled in the wind. It was a humid, morose and dull gray kind of day. With dashes of dark clouds that threatened to spew rain every so often.

She felt slightly out of place in an almost perfect surreal place and she realised she hadn’t known that such beauty and luxury existed up until now.

 

She could almost feel the invisible eyes of nosey neighbours twitching at their lace curtains to see who had moved into the glass house.

The removal men – in this case moving in men, moved the pricey boxes carefully. Most were marked fragile and this way up, they were placing the furniture where it was meant to go. Watching them, she found herself thinking that she would never have thought that men were capable of moving things so delicately. The neighbourhood was not one of the middle class ones she was used to. Here you could tell everyone was instinctively accustomed to flashy cars, expansive sprawling neighbourhoods, socialising and clothes that were worth the average person’s yearly pay check.

 

The house was renovated- mostly glass- strategically placed walls that only let you see the chandeliers and artwork on the walls from the outside, and silhouettes that suggested of the life within. It was like some kind of big art display project but only on a house and not a gallery.

It was so beautiful that if she were an outsider looking in she’d instantly feel a tad bit jealous. A small voice at the back of her head reminded her, that up until recently she had been that outsider.

 

She shook her head and carried on with the task at hand. She had decided to carry her small boxes in from the car, the driveway was filled with removal vans, and there was no space to park their cars. She made her way back down the long driveway to the car just outside the gate and went round to the boot, lifting her last box marked “My Books!!!”

At that moment she turned around to face the house once more to take it all in just to make sure she wasn’t in a dream. She was so transfixed with everything that she didn’t notice.

 

That’s when the bottom dropped out of everything.

 

Realising too late, as she heard the ripping sound, that the box was sagging and slowly ripping. It was funny because the books weren’t even that heavy.

She watched as the books fell to the floor and as the pages scattered around in the non-existent breeze. She picked up what she could helplessly, watching as her ideas scattered away while she tried picking up scraps of paper left right and centre.

She wondered if she’d ever see or think of them again…Way to make an entrance huh Lynn. She muttered to herself as she grabbed what she could and kept on grumbling.

Suddenly she was burst out of her bubble, and a dark shadow was cast above her but all around her it was still sunny.

 

She felt like one of those unlucky Loony Tunes characters who had a cloud of bad luck thunderstorm following them around. She looked around her in frustrated disbelief and then up at the sky. And instead of seeing the blue sky with disappearing gray clouds; she saw him. She could see his lips move but was too busy staring at his eyes to hear what he was saying.

 

His vivid golden yellow eyes. His raven blue hair was haloed with the dim light from the sun. She couldn’t help marvel inwardly as the intense orbs burned through her core.

She did hear him say her name and that’s when she started paying attention.

“It’s Lynn right?” she nodded slowly getting up from her crouch position and stood facing him. Her head barely reached halfway up his chest, if she didn’t look up at him directly all she’d see would be glorious abs, but she decided that she preferred his face, and also it would be rude to drool all over his chest.

She nodded like an incoherent freak more than was necessary. She had already verified she was Lynn; there was no need for him to also identify her as a psycho. A smile played lightly on his lips as he registered the embarrassment and confusion in her features. He must get this a lot since he could spot the signs.

“Quite nice ideas you got there Smyth,” she mumbled thanks, he was clearly enjoying this. “So you write a lot?” again all she could do was nod. She was beginning to feel like one of those bobbly head dolls. There was a moment of silence as if she had lost all her sense of speech, even if she hadn’t she didn’t know what else to say. All too soon before she could say anything stupid, he smiled and said, “See you later.” She nodded slightly and watched him get into his car and do an impressive swerve round the bend, Audi R8. All she could hear was the impressive growling engine fade into the back ground and she realised her mouth was hanging slightly open