When someone is crying, of course the noble thing to do is comfort them,
But If someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
~Lemony Snicket
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Sadness. Gloominess. Melancholy. All the words with have the same meanings yet they are used different. Everyone has a phase in their life when they are glum. Tears are a symbol of sadness. Death is a symbol of braveness. Life is a symbol of fate.
People all around the world, like Xavier Malone and Olivia Carvier are both similar yet different in so many ways.
It had been three days. Seventy-two hours since the encounter with the beautiful blind woman. Her words were still echoing in Xavier's head.
You are wrong. She said to him. Of course he was absolutely raged but deep down he had still some hope that he would meet the blind woman again.
He pondered upon how calmly the woman had stated those words and wafted away like a cool summer breeze. How much candor she showed when she recited the words, 'hope.'
Xavier did feel pity towards the girl, but then again, his position wasn't so pleasant either. It was hard, he knew life had put that girl through a lot, took a lot from her, but one thing it couldn't take was her innocence. She was so naive that she would trust a stranger blindfolded although, she was already blind. So why not just trust?
The words had been daunting him ever since she had walked out on him. He thought he was dauntless, guess Olivia broke Xavier's fortified walls.
As for Olivia, it was the same. Xavier's words echoed in his head. There is no hope in this dark world. She had no walls, but she did have feelings and faith. Faith that there was still light in her dark world, faith that one day someone would help her find that light. Xavier shattered that faith in just a couple seconds.
A tear slid down Xavier's cheek. Olivia's whole body trembled. He had no hope. She was looking for hope.
Misery clenched both their hearts, squeezing every ounce of hope there was. Crumbling their hearts and throwing them to the ground like they were nothing but trash. But as they say. 'One man's trash is another man's treasure.' They had hearts of gold, ever so pure. Hidden in a small town, away from the cruel and heinous world.
"Go to sleep, my little piccolo,
I will be right here,
Watching over you, every step of the way,
So go to sleep my little one,
And wake up to the sun all risen,
And flowers blossomed,
Hearts warm
Mind clear,
Start a new day,
With forgiveness but,
For now my little piccolo,
Go...to sleep."
Olivia sang the song her parents sang to her every night before bed. It was her song.
Singing the song that once brought her pleasure but now brings her only grief. Olivia closed her eyes, crying her self to unconsciousness. Unconsciousness that never came.
She looked at her classic bed side clock which read 3:28am. She couldn't get her mind off of the man she met and heard. His voice was ever so husky, like he hadn't spoken for years, like he didn't have a tongue to speak with. The way he cursed in front of her sent a chill down her spine.
Olivia finally decided to get up and go for a walk after endless hours of lying in bed thinking about the memories of the accident that she had witnessed.
She grabbed her stick from somewhere in her room and retraced her footsteps towards her room door.
Once she was out of the house she took in a deep breath, exhaling and thinking of where to go. Olivia knew everyone and every corner there was to the small town.
She had, fortunately, counted the steps from her house to the cliff that Xavier took her on.
Xavier was getting sick of sitting down, after all, all he had done for the last eight years was sit. It's not that he was paralysed, no. The doctor said that he could regain his ability to walk if he tried but he didn't put effort into it as he had no reason to try and walk again. The only reasons were in the playful arms of death.
Such a sad thing it is. Even it's name is unpleasant. Death. It is as dreadful as getting amputated. Why was it that only the good people doed just like that? Or all the bad things happened to the good people.
It was always quite peculiar to me, sure people call me, love, peculiar too but this was a dark kind of peculiar.
You live just to die and then live all over again in the next life?
Xavier lay in bed of the other part of town, the wealthier part, so far away from the beauty whose half face was etched on the sketch book and words etched in his head. He just needed another glimpse of the twenty-three year old. The little oddity had wriggled her way through and into his mind. How? He thought to himself as he put his book 'To Kill A Mockingbird' down as he swept a hand through his dark brown silky hair. He took of his specs which were covering his mesmerizing brown orbs all the while licking his thin lips.
He called out his butler, Hans, a frown covering his beautiful features while he thought about marvelling the blind beauty.
He wanted to hold her hand as he had that night when the society was laughing at her. He wanted to touch her soft brown locks and make her smile and laugh. He wanted to kiss her and love her endless and to infinity.
He groaned out loud at what he was thinking as Hans, his trusty butler, entered his grand room.
"Yes, Sir?"
Olivia walked along her cousin who had helped her with her late night escape. Rowan, his name was.
He had developed a liking towards Olivia he looked at her as though an old man looking at his wife of thrity years. He knew that she was the one for him. What he didn't know that he was in for a competition.
"You know mum is going to be infuriated by this right?" He said as they reached the cliff.
"I know, stop being a wuss, I just need a few moments alone and I will be home in an hour or so." She replied in monotone.
"Okay, I guess..." He trailed off, and turned around casting one last look of worry at the woman before disappearing up and into the horizen.
Olivia took a deep breath, letting it out after a two second pause.
She bent her body to sit on the slightly wet grass, pulling her cardigen closer to her body as a tear of agony slipped from her eye.
"Didn't know you would be one to steal a person's escape spot." A voice said, deep and husky.
Olivia let out a yelp, it was quite hoarse as she had cried for the past three hours.
She stood up and was ready to leave but a hand that was kept on her wrist gently stopped her from doing so. She was about to murmer a quick apology when he cut her off.
"It's nice to see you again Olivia." He muttered softly.
He took a good look at the face of the capturing beauty people liked to call an Oddity.
She sat down once again in front of him after a few moments of hesitation and leaned her head on his knee which was cover in black skinny jeans, Xavier froze at the contact.
Her blue eyes were looking off into the horizen, Xavier was pretty sure that she was picturing how the scenery looked in her mind.
"How?" She broke the silence, her voice was so quiet that Xavier almost didn't hear her.
"How what?" He asked back.
"How do you go to the bathroom?" She repeated her question.
Xavier lightly chuckled, his voice hoarse.
"I have care takers and nurses." He answered in a soft voice.
"So they wipe your arse?" Her slight English accent was quite pronounced by the time she finished her sentence.
Xavier laughed at that, a loud and cheery laugh. It was the first time he had laughed in quite some time. Usually he would just chuckle but this time it was full blown laughter.
"No, I do that myself." He said, amused.
Olivia laughed along with him, her tears of agony forgotten.
The two joked on and about, telling eachother lame puns or sharing personal experiances. This went on until she yawned and closed her eyes. Olivia knew that an hour had gone by and Rowan was worried for her but she wanted to take a break that night.
Xavier also tilted his head back onto the head rest of his advanced tech wheel chair and closed his eyes, welcoming slumber as the blind beauty slept against his leg.
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The afternoon sunlight streamed into Xavier's room, screaming and begging for him to take it in. He had been in his room since the morning.
He thought back to how he had been an arse to Olivia this morning when he woke up on the cliff with her deep in slumber against his thigh.
The sun had risen and shone brightly it's warm rays on Olivia and Xavier's face. Olivia's dress had ridden up and the hem of the dress that reached just above her knees was now resting on her thigh.
Xavier's eyes opened and hastily closed his eyes again as the sunlight blinded his face.
"Achoo!" A sneeze sounded. It was quite girly and when Xavier looked down all the memories of the night before came flooding in.
Books. Crying. Cliff. Olivia.
His face turned stoic as he grunted and backed off from the girl that was resting her head, uncomfortably, on his knee.
Olivia's body jerked to the ground as she woke up from her deep slumber and groaned. Her back was aching tremendously and her throat was dry.
"Harsh much?" She rudely commented, although her soft nature, Olivia was never someone who enjoyed waking up early in the morning even though it was 3 pm in the afternoon
Olivia seeked support in order to get up and when her hands finally found Xavier's knee, she got up before he moved further away.
"The least you can do is say sorry Xavier..." She trailed off with her words pondering upon the fact as to why he would do what he did.
"Listen, just because I was nice to you yesterday certainly does not mean that I have to be kind to you today you freak, now get lost." He harshly spat.
Tears gathered at the brim of Olivia's eyes, not at his tone, or at his mood change but at what he called her. For once, she thought that someone understood her pain but she thought wrong.
"Well you're not so normal either you helpless rat!" She retroted, Olivia knew she had stooped low on that one but she could not stop her tongue from blurting the words out, but as soon as she did she regreted them.
"How dare you speak to like that! I will destroy you!" Xavier yelled at her, voice cracking at the end as tears welled like a a storm in his eyes.
"There is nothing left to destroy Mr. Malone." She states firmly. "Good day."
With those being the last words again, Olivia walks away from Xavier.
Olivia was lost in her thoughts the whole day after encounter, she could not possibly close her eyes and not think about a human species known as Xavier Malone.
His harsh words had hit a spot. Freak. That is what he called her and she loathed it. She loathed him.
Olivia bid her Aunt and Granny a goodnight as she asked Rowan to lead her to her bedroom.
"Olivia?" He called out, unaware of what was about to come out of his mouth.
"Yes?"
"Can I tell you something?" He asked, he sounded as if this conversation took a left turn, he would die. But sometimes you need to take a left turn to stay right.
"Sure, come in." Olivia settled herself between her lavendar duvet, her skin covered with a lilac night gown.
"Olivia I-" Rowan got cut off by his father calling his name out, a sign he had had a rough day at work and needed Rowan to massage his legs and arms for him. His father worked as a shop owner, a sales man. He owned the pharmacy store right across the hospital and was going good in business.
"How 'bout you tell me tomorrow Rowan? I am exhausted anyway. G'night." She shoo'd him away before sinking her face into her pillows.
"Goodnight..." He trailed off as he left the room to go greet his father and attend to his needs.
The whole night, not Xavier nor Olivia got a wink of sleep. All they could think about was their losses and eachother. But none other like last time, there was no late night escapes.