Flawed

5.

Hey Guys,
It's 8:17 pm over here so I haven't broken my promise of updating within one to two weeks yet.

I apologize for the delay, I've been having issues with my laptop, but I know, that's not your business to care.

Well, here's chapter 5, and if it's not that horrible a story, please click the little star to vote 😉

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The time read 6;15pm, and the sun had just began to set, the colors of red and yellow spewed in a beautiful balance over the horizon. All you could see from any distance was beauty. You could tell it was going to be a lovely evening.

I was staring out the window and into the horizon when I first heard it. It was music, beautiful music that fit the beautiful evening.

'.... I was worn out and jaded from trying on people to love

but you fit so well

when they ask why I can never explain but a symphony played when you told me your name

and I took that as a sign

Will you be my beginning, my middle, my end...'

I followed the music, and it led me to him, to Caspian. He stood leaning against his car, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a speaker in the other hand, from which the beautiful music came. Beside his car were pedals of roses which had been arranged to spell out the question 'Will you be mine?'

My eyes abruptly glistened with tears when he looked up and we locked eyes, he's dark green eyes and dark brown hair beaming under the sunset. I couldn't help but feel enveloped and suffocated by the beauty and love. I was going to nod and scream yes but she did first.

"YES, YES, YES, Oh my gosh Caspy you're such a romantic, I love you so much. Yes I'll be yours" The ecstatic screams of acceptance coming from Penelope who stood beside me, helped me come to the conclusion that maybe the proposal wasn't for me after all.

What was I thinking, of course it wasn't, he doesn't even know I exist, he couldn't have known I stayed here, and even if he were to ask around, he'd need to know my name for that. You don't make a grand proposal for a girl you don't know, just cause she's in love with you. There goes my beautiful evening.

I watch as Penelope runs down the stairs and jumps into the arms of Caspian. I watch as he picks her up and they make out, her back now against his car, and her thighs around his waist. I feel as the hot wet tears run down my face. I feel pathetic.

The music keeps on playing, oblivious to the surrounding happenings. The music keeps on playing but it doesn't feel beautiful anymore.

Nevertheless I watch the couple and listen to the music. I watch as he spins her around a bright smile on both their faces. They look happy, they look perfect.

'5 years later and I'm still yours, 10 years later and I'm still yours, 50 years later and I'm...'

The lyrics of the music stick to my head but I can't take it anymore, It's too perfect. I hate it, so I direct my attention to everything wrong with scene. I observe the way Caspian tries to lean against his car and find balance while carrying Penelope like he's in pain, how Penelope's makeup has smudged and ruined his shirt, and how the lined up roses have been destroyed, and now holds no meaning. I observe it all and I'm happy again. I'm so happy I cry.

Penelope has never been caught without makeup. It was like her guard, her fence, her shield from the world. Nevertheless she was beautiful, she just didn't know it.

I had once seen Penelope without make up, she reminded me of a volcano, full of heat, fire, burns. Her ginger red hair leaned against her face like it were intentionally set to cover it, beneath the red hair laid a scarred face, with dark shaded burns and a forever reminder of a sewn jaw.

When I first saw her bare, I couldn't help but feel like her hot red hair may be the cause of her burns. I wondered how beautiful she would look if she removed the fire she had used to shield her face. I was lucky enough to get my answer seconds after, as the wind blew away the heat hiding her face.

She was so beautiful I couldn't look away. She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones like those of the 90's movie stars. She had full heart lips and seductive looking eyes, with a green shade that seemed to get brighter the more she walked into the light. She had freckles, which although half covered by burns, still highlighted her features perfectly. She was beautiful, but she didn't know it.

She hurriedly covered her face with her fire colored hair, I watched her slender frame turn back at the sight of me. I guess she didn't see me here earlier. I was always too silent to be seen.

As I remember that day, a series of questions flood my brain, as it had done back then; Was it a fire outbreak?; Does she keep her red hair as a reminder of her survival?; Is she reminded of the fire every time she gets a glimpse of her hair?; Is she taken back to the scene every time she looks in the mirror?; If so, she's more brazen than she seems; Was it intentional or an accident?; Was someone trying to take away her beauty?; If so, I'm disappointed they didn't succeed.

Does Caspian know the beauty that lies underneath the make up?