The Unconventional Escape

We always read books or see movies about vampires or werewolves.. etc. but never the fair folk. BUT the fairies you've known from the stories you've heard as a child are not what's really out there. The 16 year old fairy Amber finds out who she really is and struggles to get away with her unconventional forbidden feelings. READ! (NO SPOILERS) :)

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11. Fragile Glass Lovers

 

          Venice. What a beautiful place it was! It was the only thing that was better than I imagined would be. We stood in the middle of the street where the tourists and street painters were like ants,  filling up the tiny maze like streets surrounded by all sorts of glass and jewelry shops, pizza bars and cafes. It all felt so amazing and the way everything was built gave a sense of elegant decay. I took advantage of the fact that nobody was able to see us unless we wanted to, and used some fairy dust to take a look at the city from above. The water in between the pathways was like a deep turquoise tinted mirror reflecting the image of the beautiful red flowers dangling from windows above and the dim lights of the restaurants. The ancient buildings of the city hugged the canal and the bridges arched over making the whole atmosphere warm and lovely. I loved how the contrasting warm and cold colors balanced each other and created this beautiful artifact. It was just like we stepped into a painting and brought it to life. I was too caught up in the breath taking scene that it took me a while to notice that Andrew was calling out for me and immediately landed upon hearing him and hugged him tightly. I was able to tell that he was surprised that I did.

“Thank you for bringing me here, I really appreciate it.”

“Thank you for coming here with me. This city wouldn’t be pretty if it weren’t for you,” He said holding my gaze, “tonight we’ve got nothing to hide.”

          We both allowed everyone to see us normally as we walked side by side through the busy streets of Venice where humans from different regions and different appearances surrounded us.

“There’s this place I have to take you to before we go anywhere” he insisted.

“Sure.” I replied as he held my hand tightly and guided me into a small shop which looked like it sold souvenirs from outside where everything was made out of the famous Morano glass; colorful glass vases, amazing pendants and jewelry, small lamps and decorations all made of glass! But when we went in, it looked more like an enchanted shop from Speroworld, only more urban and crowded.

“Welcome to glass lovers, how may I help you?” a man with tattoos covering his sleeves, a big brown beard, and ear plugs said to us from behind the counter. The way this man was looking at me made me wonder how he saw me. It’s really pressuring to know that each human sees me differently, but it’s also nice to know that everyone sees me in the best possible image they could ever imagine.

“Tell Antonio he has visitors.” He said with a tone different from the tone that he uses when he talks to me; this tone was harsh and cold, showing no mercy or fondness at all.

 

          About twenty seconds later the guy named Antonio emerged from downstairs, stared at Andrew, and smiled a devilish smile then looked at me and raised his eyebrow to show that he was impressed with what he saw.

 

          He had wavy hair as golden as the sand of Egypt is when the flaming sun is shining, but what was unique about him was his eyes. Each eye had a different color, his left eye color was ghostly pale blue and the outline of his iris was a soft cerulean, his gaze cold and distant, while the right eye was caramel brown where you could sense a little warmness and kindness in them. Right below his eyes, he had black circles and his entire face gave you an intuition that he hadn’t been sleeping or eating in days. His nose could have only been mistaken for one of a Disney character’s; perfectly drawn and smoothly sculptured. He was a beautiful maze, one that was mysterious and hard to figure out. He was as skinny as a stick with his bruised knuckles and his collar bones sticking out like bumps in a smooth road. He was really interesting to look at yet very scary to hold his gaze; it was as if he was holding a sign that read ‘I am trouble’!

“Who arre you?” he said with a slight Italian accent smirking at me.

Andrew tried to hold his temper as he said defensively “Amber is her name. She’s with me”

“So what brings you here today?” he asked

“Give her a necklace. The necklace. One just like mine.” Andrew requested with a steady voice.

“But you’re not wearing any necklace.” I whispered to him.

“I have the symbol tattooed on my hip but you wouldn’t know about that because you haven’t seen me shirtless.”  He replied calmly. I sensed that I calmed him even though he wanted to nock Antonio down.

“How much would it cost?” he asked as Antonio went through the contents of a drawer beside him.

“For her, nothing. A beautiful lady must have a beautiful valuable necklace around her neck.” He said facing me and smiling mysteriously.

“Actually, I would rath-“

“Thank you very much Antonio.” I interrupted Andrew as I looked at him in the eye fiercely. I had to stop all of that from turning into a major fight. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s having boys fight violently because of me. They were like two rusting screws rubbing against each other while I was like oil, lubricating the whole thing.

 

           After that, we all fell silent as Antonio took out a necklace that had a small compass on it with the directions N,E,S,W written in golden and the compass needles painted black. And right in the middle the jeweled bearing was made of a lightning ridge opal. I could tell that it was handmade and original, but most importantly unaffordable and I was glad that I shut up Andrew from talking Antonio out of it. He reached out to put it around my neck but Andrew rushed and took it from his hand and did it himself. I sensed that Andrew was being protective and all and it felt funny because it wasn’t like we had anything serious between us.

“What does this necklace do?” I asked curiously

“This necklace will protect you from a lot of dangers. The compass needles turn red to alert you that something dangerous is near. Unfortunately, we try to protect ourselves from dark creatures but we forget that we are our own enemies sometimes,” Andrew said.

“It also gives you the power to portal yourself wherever you wish without having to open up an actual portal each time and do some kind of stupid spell.” Antonio added, “No offense to you both.” Then he turned away and shooed us out of the store. He seemed to have lost interest in us.

          We went out and sat on a small round checkered wooden table in a warm radiated cozy coffee shop with animal heads and pictures of dead legendary people were hung on the wall. The camel cushions attached to the chairs sunk in as we sat. The jazz music that was playing was dancing around the place and the scent of coffee beans roamed the place. Andrew kept staring at me and when the silence got too awkward I said to him “what are you looking at?”

“The most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. The fair lady with purple eyes of course.”

I couldn’t help but blush and look down at my necklace in wonder. We were interrupted by a waiter holding two brown cups of warm hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. I took a sip as Andrew continued talking.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed.

But they eternal summer shall not fade,” he quoted.

“Now I know why Shakespeare wrote that sonnet. It reminds me of you.”

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met you know that?” I said. It was the only think I could come up with in a situation like this.

He smiled brightly that he made me forget all that there was wrong. Even though according to my parents he’s the person I should be hiding from, I felt like we had a sort of connection. All this time, I wanted to ask him if he had any idea who could’ve put the mark on me but everything felt like an illusion and I was enjoying myself for the first time since forever. I decided to live in the moment and stress about that matter some other day. I thought of ways I can repay him for all that he did and it occurred to me! I had an idea..

“I think it’s my turn to give you a little gift in return.”

“Oh. Go ahead. Although just staring at you like I did a couple of minutes ago was enough” he said.

“Come with me” I said with an excited look on my face.

I held his hand and rushed out of the front door then into a dark small corner.  I held his hand tight just like a mother holds her son’s hand when helping him cross the street, then held my pendant tightly and closed my eyes. I felt his warm breath on my neck as I portaled us both into a dream. The only person that crossed my mind at that moment was Antonio. In his dream we both saw him from a distance sitting on a golden chair with two blond tanned girls wearing short shimmering skirts standing beside him and flattering him. Andrew looked at me and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak I pulled him in closer with my shaky hands, held his face, and kissed him. I moved my hands down on his shoulders touching his collar bones and feeling his muscles tense. Then he wrapped his wide hands around my tiny waist and deepened the kiss that was full of desire. He was careful not to squash me with his strong hands just as if he was holding a fragile glass vase in his hands. Then we both pulled away and looked at each other blankly.

“There’s always something you can do for love.”

“Smart. They can prison you forever but your mind will always be free.”

“We should get back. I should get back actually.”

“I love you” he said fast

“Good-Bye Andrew” I pretended that I didn’t hear him.

“Can I at least have your phone number? I can’t show up to your house every time I want something.”

“Hahah sure!” I winked at him as I gave him my phone then walked away and banished into thin air.

          Even if I was able to control time and even if I was able to rewind the time, I didn’t do it because everything loses its value if done regularly. What makes our memories so special is that they are only lived once. His kiss tasted like honey and vanilla cream. Love birds settled in his throat and when I kissed him it was like those birds sung melodies of love, passion, and desire in my throat and filled me up with a feeling of satisfaction. Everything about that night was perfect. Except for when I said good-bye. Why do people say good-bye? There’s nothing good about leaving someone you wish you could spend more time with. Maybe next time I’ll say bad-bye or just plain BYE.

 

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