Fragile: Handle With Care

December 13, 2009
I passed one of the entrances to a room in the hallway on the way to the ballroom’s grand entrance. I knew it was futile to hope for anything, but I kept fantasizing about dancing in the arms of Count Henry Dashwood; I had picked my most lovely emerald green gown, his favorite color, the color of his enchanting emerald eyes. It was useless, I thought. He is engaged to my sister, Esmeralda; I only pale in comparison to her elegant manners and renowned beauty. Unfortunately, without my encouragement, my delicate heart had come to belong to him.

Why did I continue to ponder over our meetings, reviewing every look, every word? Our very relationship consisted of insults and criticisms of each other, each of us competing to outdo the others latest remark. If there were any strong feelings, they were surely ones of dislike.

And yet, I wondered. Did he wonder about me? Did his thoughts go to mine as we both laid our heads down for sleep in separate rooms? Surely, I must enter his mind sometimes, I thought to myself.

Suddenly, in the mist of my reverie, I felt a strong, manly arm grab hold of my arm and pull me into the library. A fire crackled in the fireplace and I could just make out the masculine features, jet black hair, and emerald eyes of Henry. I gasped and demanded that he released my arm immediately.

“Relax, Katarina. I am not so stupid a man as you think that I would harm you.” He answered mischievously and let go of his hold on my wrist.

“All that means is that you are not as dim-witted as a rock, Mr. Dashwood. Now, tell me, then, why I have been so roughly pulled into this rather ill lit library?” I demanded.

“I wanted to speak of my marriage to your sister,” he explained rather coldly.

“Oh,” I answered, slightly disappointed which must have shown on my face.

“What? Did you imagine me in love with you?” He asked angrily, mockingly. I looked down, playing with my silk-gloved hands; I pulled at each finger and bit my lip so hard that I’m surprised it did not bleed. I tried to hold back the tears, but my glassy eyes must have given me away.

“I, um,”, I stuttered as I looked up and met his eye. His breathtakingly green eyes, so big that imagined an entire forest behind them, still awaited my response. I looked to the side, and then faced him again, in all his dark-haired beauty. As I silently mulled over what to answer his inquiry, I grew indignant. How dare he so roughly and cruelly handle my feelings? If I was in love with him, does he not realize that he will have crushed me with his cruelty, as if dropping a packed up box with the word “fragile” scrawled across it. I determined that this incredibly tall, handsomely built man before me was made up of nothing but stone if he was so intent of destroying something that he should, by definition, handle with care.

“No.” I said strongly. To which he looked up. “You could not possibly be in love with me, because it is my belief that you are a man with a heart of ice. Furthermore, I would like to tell you that I could never be in love with a man as unfeeling, as brutal, as you have proven to be. I could not, Henry, possibly love you.”

I was visibly shaking, and was not sure if my strength would hold up, but I was happy that, for once my I stated what I truly felt. After years of being trampled upon by my mother, or bullied by my sister, I had finally stood my ground. I felt proud until I heard a whisper come from Henry,

“Well, I am, you know.” He said as he lifted his gaze from the floor to my eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat.

“You are what?” I asked, looking at him warily.

“In love with you,” he answered, looking for the first time since I had known him, vulnerable. His green eyes searched mine for an answer, fearful of what it might be. “I am giving you my icy, yet easily broken, heart. Please handle with care, for ice has the ability to shatter just as glass.”

My knees buckled and soon his arms were around me, and his lips were pressed against mine, taking their shape. I felt tears running down my face and realized, as I opened my eyes to look into his, that not all of them were mine.

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CrazyWriter said...
Jul. 26, 2010 at 1:31 pm

one word. Amazing!



Pengurl14 said...
Feb. 7, 2010 at 6:27 pm
I really love this!
PoisonLove said...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 9:16 pm
Wow that was amazing you could so make that into a book. I would deffienetly buy it your an amazing writer. At first I was a little confused but then it totally tied together.
GirlintheYellowScarf replied...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 9:18 pm
thanks so much for the support! i hope to continue the story further!
Thunderbender said...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 8:53 pm
This is all I have to do to be a ninja? Mysterygoogle is awesome.
GirlintheYellowScarf replied...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 8:55 pm
well...and rate...please lol
Thunderbender replied...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 9:00 pm
*Rates* NOOOOOW am I a ninja? : D
GirlintheYellowScarf replied...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 9:03 pm
yes, young grasshopper. you ARE a NINJA!
gemma said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 5:08 pm
very good! I am a fan of love stories anyway and this is extremely good. plus, I also found this from mystery google so well done :P x
GirlintheYellowScarf said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 4:42 pm
hahaha i do whatever works :) thanks for completing your secret mystery google mission and i'm glad you sincerely liked my work! i appreciate all the feedback!
KGD1021 said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 4:25 pm
haha DOUBLE points now!!! Youre on a roll
HopelessinRome said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 4:12 pm
I found it on mysterygoogle too so points from me as well!
HopelessinRome said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 4:09 pm
That was amazing! That was a lot like how me and this guy are. I'm not sure how I'd react if this happened to us! Beatiful though.
KGD1021 said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 4:02 pm
Not gonna this from mystery google =] so two things...1.Points for getting your mission to work 2.Great Story you have here=]
DofD said...
Jan. 8, 2010 at 3:58 pm
This is truly amazing. I have been in this girl's position and you captured what I thought no one ever could; the pain that's so unbearable you start to actually believe your dying and the confusion over the fact that you're still so in love with the one causing you that pain. Thank you and I look forward to reading more by you.
GirlintheYellowScarf said...
Jan. 6, 2010 at 5:32 pm
Thanks a mil!! I really appreciate your comments!
Graceling- He does not know for sure that she is in love with him. He tries to maintain his arrogant bravado in order to interpret her feelings for him before he ultimately breaks down with the truth of his own love for her. Thanks for your feedback! I'll try to make it more clear :)
Graceling said...
Jan. 6, 2010 at 5:01 pm
I really liked what you had... but i didnt understand why dashwood would assume that she was in love with him. How could he realize this by her reaction? couldnt he have assumed that she just didnt wnat her sister to marry him or that she would miss her sister? just something to think about. i think you had some awesome descriptive writting. nice job
NinjaBOB said...
Jan. 6, 2010 at 4:50 pm
im not gonna lie.. this was pretty awesome. keep doin what you're doin.
SectetNinja said...
Jan. 5, 2010 at 11:20 pm
Very nice. You rock. 
NinjaBOB replied...
Jan. 6, 2010 at 5:11 pm
mystery google?
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