∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆
I could tell by the way Margot squinted her eyes that something was up and I had an eery feeling it was not the most joyful thoughts. I asked what was up with a convincing tone that should make her realize that I had noticed her not so happy face. She simply looked at me with a frown look that read 'I don't see what you are talking about' and just like that, it is almost as if lighting struck her and she quickly flashed one of her signature dimpled smile and dismissed my statement.
I shook the thought out of my head when she continued to list reasons on why a divorce can be beneficial. Most of them were reasonable and made sense but I was still stuck to the denial stage which consisted on remaining calm with a deadly silence. At least this is how my father describes my attitude.
Not noticing that it seemed like I gave the cold shoulder to most people was not the issue. The real one was my father always reminding me about it. I have learned that it can sometimes be helpful even though it is not intentional.
"Your silence will not work on me." Margot stated firmly
"Perhaps but let me say that my silence forms part of me on a regular basis so get used to it." I shrugged
I tend to compare our character traits and how we are the polar opposite of each other. Margot tends to take things more seriously than intended and believes that communication is the key while on the other hand I tend to be the character in the background that no one notices due to the lack of talking which never bothers me personally but since I met Margot, I sometimes feel the urge to get out of my shell and genuinely have a normal conversation.
I remember taking classes about communication skills more in depth than the average teenager. Let's just say the assertion 'Practice makes perfect' is not entirely false. I had all the keys to a successful chit chat. From the eye contact to the body language. Trust me, when I first 'practiced' it was not as triumphant as I imagined. Tell me to write a detailed essay of an exagerrated amount of words and i'll obey with no strings attached but coming face to face with the situation somehow freezes my whole being. I am unable to pronounce a single syllable or even look directly into their eyes and if I did there would just be an unbearable awkward silence.
The silence treatment was never a serious matter to me. I could spend approximately a week being abstinent to have a conversation. It was actually a relief when a sore throat hit me like a truck. I could have an excuse and a slight illness to blame for my non-existent human interactions.
Some people complain about having a small friend circle while I sit and watch with amazement to how people feel needy to have a growing amount of friends. I've stuck to a maximum of two friends during my whole existence but this is better than nothing. Their names are Amber and Isaac, they were already besties and I guess wanted to get to know me and I guess now with Margot it makes three.
Amber is not your typical friend. With her dark skin which she inherited from her African father and Italian mother and olive eyes she could be a model but her attitude is the interesting part and Isaac seemed to notice that. In fact, they both look at each other a way friends don't look at each other. Perhaps something more and I understood that pretty quickly. Isaac may seem intimidating with his 6-foot figure, defined face structures, pale yet gorgeous skin tone and dark brown eyes but he looses all common sense when he is around Amber.
Issac shuddering and being unable to stop the redness to explode around his cheeks which show even more due to his irealistic pale skin; yes irealistic, it straight up looks like how you would imagine a cliche vampire's skin color is the funniest situation on earth. Amber usually keeps her composure but it doesn't stop the heat to always creep up her neck. As a matter of fact, I feel like I am watching a cliche rom-com movie when I am around these two dorks.
Eventually after several confessions and me 'accidentally' spilling a bit too much information which I will detail later on not due to embarrassment but more due to stop myself from laughing for no reason, they ended up all lovey dovey which caused me to gag at any given moment. And even with their current situation, they astonishingly mannaged to never put me apart and always include me in weird conversations and escapades.
Rethink your state of mind if you think you are shy. When my friends first approached me I was an inch close to having a random panic attack over a simple "hello, how are you?" Luckily they managed to make me feel comfortable.
To this day we still find time to hang out even if they constantly go on with the dissaproval of my marriage.
I will be forever thankful that they showed me that some people are not complete trash and not worth my time. When Isaac announced that he was planning to marry Amber, I almost had a heart attack out of excitement. Yes, me the shy person, was so excited I was about to cry. I was on the verge of it but surprisingly stopped myself from doing that.
Now that Margot formed part of my teeny tiny friend circle, I knew I could trust her so why not give her the benefit of the doubt and for once forget silence as my response. I listened to her explanation and cut her off.
"And I know this will be a difficult process but with all the---"
"Okay!" I said with a smile
"Are you serious?" She asked surprised
"I'll think about it since after all it's for my own well being."
"I thought you would stay clueless your whole life!" She said before giving me a hug
Her cinnamon scent sent shivers down my spine. It was so strong, from a certain distance I could smell it faintly but up close it was a cinnamon forest of some kind. As I said polar opposite of me. Her scent is cozy and welcoming and mine is cold; almost minty with a hint of beachy fragrance. We broke the hug and she looked at me with her dimpled smile you can never get rid of. I then told her something that made her eyes open wide.
"Now that you've helped me, what can I do for you? I am sure I can help with anything you want!"
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆I was reluctantly over thinking Adalyn's offer. Help? I had grown up overcoming my struggles with the help of none other than myself. So when she offered her help, I was more than skeptical. I politely declined with no specifications on this conclusion and I could easily tell that Adalyn was not having it."You've helped me so much with my issues and I obviously feel the need to do the same." Adalyn insisted"No don't worry about that! It's totally fine.""What I need to worry about is the fact that you always refuse help from everyone and honestly an explanation wouldn't hurt anybody."I sighed. She was right after all, my parents had teached me from a very young age that if you want to have a hero to get help from then look into the mirror because one day everyone will leave.My father is a dreamer who nonetheless doesn't let his coping mechanism consume him.
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆The souvenir is far back from college but it is almost as if it occured yesterday since I remember every minor details as clear as day."You did what?" Isaac asked in frustration"It was not even that obvious!" I tried my best to defend my cause"I don't know if I should thank you or hate you to death." He said grabbing my shoulders in his wide hands and shaking me a little almost as if he wanted me to realize the situation.I only blinked in confusion and looked at him in the eyes confusion written all over my face. Trust me I was more than down to earth than ever when I accidentally gave a hint to Amber that Isaac might or might not like her in some sort of way. I wouldn't say I am clueless but...Okay, maybe I am clueless in some situations but this is the magnificent results of the lack of human interactions.I was sitting at lunch with Amber
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆I was dumbfounded by what she just asked. Not that I feel uncomfortable with this question, far from that. It's just that the last person I was expecting to tell me this bluntly is Adalyn.She had a blank expression on her face. Her eyes being the only source of glimmer and light on her naturally pale face. Surprisingly, the colour and shine didn't cover up the fact that they were blank; no feelings whatsoever. There was something else in them that I couldn't quite catch.I was always the talkative type but Adalyn somehow managed to make me speechless at any given situation. Her coldness and bluntness makes you shiver with just one glance but I know her better than that. She has warmth; a lot of it, but it is hidden behind multiple walls made up of deception and numbness.At that moment all I could manage to say is"I'm sorry what?""A woman." She
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆We began to walk quite slowly towards our destination when I realized that we would never get there on time at this rate. With some sort of unanticipated burst of courage, I lightly tugged on Margot's arm and began to increase my pace.I could tell by the priceless look on her face that she was far from expecting this.We were almost the same height but the favoritism of me being taller made it slightly difficult for her to keep up."Slow down missy!" She whined which only made me chuckle at her choice of her words and sarcastic tone of voiceI obliged and moderated my motion. Margot momentarily exhaled and looked at me in disbelief. I came to a sudden stop at the view in front of us. The gigantic oval shaped building with huge glass windows and modern aspect. I missed this place so much, the thought of being here again instantly brought a wide smile to my face."This is... Incredible!" She exclaimed"Wait until you see the inside." I said more than eager at the tini
∆Margot's p.o.v∆My curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but ask who could possibly be Adrianna. It could be anyone. Her mother, a cousin or even perhaps a friend she cherishes a lot. My thoughts were all over the place and all I needed was one thing, one simple word. Answers. I did not want to seem excessively intrusive so I tried my best to not seem bothered by the fact that at no moment, Adalyn mentioned a certain Adrianna."Who is this... Person...?"All sorts of emotions filled Adalyn's eyes but confused overcame everything. Why would she be? All she needed to say was who Adrianna is. I did not need any detailed explanation whatsoever. I decided to give her some time but my impatience was growing each second. A personality trait I got from my beloved mother. "I- I'm sorry I forgot to um say- that- um she is... Um-""It's okay take your time." I said even though my fingers repeatedly tapping the silver buttons of coat showed the contrary of my previous statement.She t
Adalyn's p.o.v∆I gradually grew accustomed to blabbering about Adrianna. I used to be afraid to talk about her, by fear that the latter listening to me would be judgemental but what did I ever have to be worried about with Margot. She was so open minded and always tried to understand the situation as much as she could to help someone else. It brought back so many memories, so many I wish I could remember forever and some that I could put six feet under. People judging you for no specific reason or even thinking that the world revolves around them, that they have the right to do anything. When clearly; they don't. Having such a detailed opinion on everything can sometimes help and sometimes be a burden. You want to speak up and say what's on your mind but you feel confined to keeping eveything to yourself. It was like that for me since childhood. If I'd have to write it all down, it would take me decades. So I just keep quiet which is one of the tragic side effects of having opinions.
∆Margot's p.o.v∆ Where was she? It had been quite awhile since Adalyn excused herself to go somewhere. Obviously I was most probably over reacting but then again I had a horrible feeling about it. I could feel it in the deepest crevices of my gut. I sighed out of frustration and decided to go check, just in case. I pushed open the doors which apparently they have some sort of tendency to make abnormally heavy and all I could manage to do was stay speechless for a split second before reality gave me a good slap. The tap was open thus emerging the bottom of the sink and slowly forming a pool of water on the floor. Adalyn. She was, well, unconscious. Her body laid on the floor and the water was creeping up to her left hand. Saying that I was mortified would be an understatement. I rushed towards her and I was quite confused. A faint smile played on her lips. The type of smile which occurs when you feel free and finally away from all of your worries. It was barely noticeable but was sti
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆Who would have thought I was going to marry the Shakespeare of my high school.Today was a big day, I was going to meet his parents for the first time. Stress was at its paroxysm. Apprehension fulfilled my body as I was getting ready early in the morning so that I did not miss the train to Seattle.I was in love with him but it seemed as if it was planned. On my 24th birthday, my friends set up a blind date and me being the shy person I was, I didn't decline it and forced a smile to seem happy about it. Let me say that when I saw Jerry; my husband which at the time I identified as a geek, I was shocked yet it was intriguing. The whole time I spent with him was him bragging about the new investments he made or the new house he was planning to buy and let's just say it was not my cup of tea. Conversations in general were not what I mainly liked so imagine sitting two hours with someone who k
∆Margot's p.o.v∆ Where was she? It had been quite awhile since Adalyn excused herself to go somewhere. Obviously I was most probably over reacting but then again I had a horrible feeling about it. I could feel it in the deepest crevices of my gut. I sighed out of frustration and decided to go check, just in case. I pushed open the doors which apparently they have some sort of tendency to make abnormally heavy and all I could manage to do was stay speechless for a split second before reality gave me a good slap. The tap was open thus emerging the bottom of the sink and slowly forming a pool of water on the floor. Adalyn. She was, well, unconscious. Her body laid on the floor and the water was creeping up to her left hand. Saying that I was mortified would be an understatement. I rushed towards her and I was quite confused. A faint smile played on her lips. The type of smile which occurs when you feel free and finally away from all of your worries. It was barely noticeable but was sti
Adalyn's p.o.v∆I gradually grew accustomed to blabbering about Adrianna. I used to be afraid to talk about her, by fear that the latter listening to me would be judgemental but what did I ever have to be worried about with Margot. She was so open minded and always tried to understand the situation as much as she could to help someone else. It brought back so many memories, so many I wish I could remember forever and some that I could put six feet under. People judging you for no specific reason or even thinking that the world revolves around them, that they have the right to do anything. When clearly; they don't. Having such a detailed opinion on everything can sometimes help and sometimes be a burden. You want to speak up and say what's on your mind but you feel confined to keeping eveything to yourself. It was like that for me since childhood. If I'd have to write it all down, it would take me decades. So I just keep quiet which is one of the tragic side effects of having opinions.
∆Margot's p.o.v∆My curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but ask who could possibly be Adrianna. It could be anyone. Her mother, a cousin or even perhaps a friend she cherishes a lot. My thoughts were all over the place and all I needed was one thing, one simple word. Answers. I did not want to seem excessively intrusive so I tried my best to not seem bothered by the fact that at no moment, Adalyn mentioned a certain Adrianna."Who is this... Person...?"All sorts of emotions filled Adalyn's eyes but confused overcame everything. Why would she be? All she needed to say was who Adrianna is. I did not need any detailed explanation whatsoever. I decided to give her some time but my impatience was growing each second. A personality trait I got from my beloved mother. "I- I'm sorry I forgot to um say- that- um she is... Um-""It's okay take your time." I said even though my fingers repeatedly tapping the silver buttons of coat showed the contrary of my previous statement.She t
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆We began to walk quite slowly towards our destination when I realized that we would never get there on time at this rate. With some sort of unanticipated burst of courage, I lightly tugged on Margot's arm and began to increase my pace.I could tell by the priceless look on her face that she was far from expecting this.We were almost the same height but the favoritism of me being taller made it slightly difficult for her to keep up."Slow down missy!" She whined which only made me chuckle at her choice of her words and sarcastic tone of voiceI obliged and moderated my motion. Margot momentarily exhaled and looked at me in disbelief. I came to a sudden stop at the view in front of us. The gigantic oval shaped building with huge glass windows and modern aspect. I missed this place so much, the thought of being here again instantly brought a wide smile to my face."This is... Incredible!" She exclaimed"Wait until you see the inside." I said more than eager at the tini
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆I was dumbfounded by what she just asked. Not that I feel uncomfortable with this question, far from that. It's just that the last person I was expecting to tell me this bluntly is Adalyn.She had a blank expression on her face. Her eyes being the only source of glimmer and light on her naturally pale face. Surprisingly, the colour and shine didn't cover up the fact that they were blank; no feelings whatsoever. There was something else in them that I couldn't quite catch.I was always the talkative type but Adalyn somehow managed to make me speechless at any given situation. Her coldness and bluntness makes you shiver with just one glance but I know her better than that. She has warmth; a lot of it, but it is hidden behind multiple walls made up of deception and numbness.At that moment all I could manage to say is"I'm sorry what?""A woman." She
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆The souvenir is far back from college but it is almost as if it occured yesterday since I remember every minor details as clear as day."You did what?" Isaac asked in frustration"It was not even that obvious!" I tried my best to defend my cause"I don't know if I should thank you or hate you to death." He said grabbing my shoulders in his wide hands and shaking me a little almost as if he wanted me to realize the situation.I only blinked in confusion and looked at him in the eyes confusion written all over my face. Trust me I was more than down to earth than ever when I accidentally gave a hint to Amber that Isaac might or might not like her in some sort of way. I wouldn't say I am clueless but...Okay, maybe I am clueless in some situations but this is the magnificent results of the lack of human interactions.I was sitting at lunch with Amber
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆I was reluctantly over thinking Adalyn's offer. Help? I had grown up overcoming my struggles with the help of none other than myself. So when she offered her help, I was more than skeptical. I politely declined with no specifications on this conclusion and I could easily tell that Adalyn was not having it."You've helped me so much with my issues and I obviously feel the need to do the same." Adalyn insisted"No don't worry about that! It's totally fine.""What I need to worry about is the fact that you always refuse help from everyone and honestly an explanation wouldn't hurt anybody."I sighed. She was right after all, my parents had teached me from a very young age that if you want to have a hero to get help from then look into the mirror because one day everyone will leave.My father is a dreamer who nonetheless doesn't let his coping mechanism consume him.
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆I could tell by the way Margot squinted her eyes that something was up and I had an eery feeling it was not the most joyful thoughts. I asked what was up with a convincing tone that should make her realize that I had noticed her not so happy face. She simply looked at me with a frown look that read 'I don't see what you are talking about' and just like that, it is almost as if lighting struck her and she quickly flashed one of her signature dimpled smile and dismissed my statement.I shook the thought out of my head when she continued to list reasons on why a divorce can be beneficial. Most of them were reasonable and made sense but I was still stuck to the denial stage which consisted on remaining calm with a deadly silence. At least this is how my father describes my attitude.Not noticing that it seemed like I gave the cold shoulder to most people was not the issue. The real one was my
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆It would be no surprise if I told you we missed the 09:30 a.m train. What is surprising is the way we missed it. For once it was not our decision; well not entirely.I was abnormally getting lost in Adalyn's blue ocean eyes which were the polar opposite of mine; mine were a regular dark brown but she seemed to like them a lot since she complimented them at any given chance. The way she describes them resembles a description from a book.She described them as darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight. They were a deep, earthy brown - the color of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace.Her inspiration most probably comes from her wide knowledge and desire of reading every second of h