Recklessness is forevermore the drive of love

Recklessness is forevermore the drive of love

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I used to be a boy with sound family, with my father and stepmother Connie. However, something was torn, I needed to figure out what happened and what was it behind. As I was solving the puzzle, I thought the relationship of Connie and me had changed......
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I used to be a boy with sound family, with my father and stepmother Connie. However, something was torn, I needed to figure out what happened and what was it behind. As I was solving the puzzle, I thought the relationship of Connie and me had changed......

Chapter1 (v.1) - Migration and family

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017

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This was the day I found irritating. The air seemed to be heavier than usual and had burdened my shoulders, causing ache. I felt a little bit suffocated. That perplexity had colonized my mind and influenced my mood. My mood was muddy and scatchy. I felt something was going to happen later in the day.

A strand of sunlight had penetrated the curtain made of lace, embellished with red and black patterns. The folds of the curtain had enhanced the hues to seem more layered which were very pleasant to one's eyes.

My correlative sentiment to the unpleasant weather, however, was not thus calmed. Sifted, and then illumination appeared on the white wallpaper craving, on the white wallpaper. For most, white on white was very plain and dysfunctional. For me, my perspective of décor tended to be unaware, more accurately, unrecognizable. The highly ambiguous form of decoration had psychological effect. Today, white appeared to be so grey. Grey seemed to be the known melancholic stereotype among all. Thought I had put in emotions, yes I did. Whatever was looking even happy or hopeful today, in my vision, had not been beautiful at all.

My observation had amplified my sadness to a certain size. Suddenly, a bang or two applied to my door with a cry penetrating the door, ‘Packed your thing? We go.’ Unwillingly I rose and slowly moved around, bustle around.

‘I do not expect your approval, because I don’t have to. This time, the immigration is for the sake of your father, economical purpose, which is obviously unimportant to you. But you shall never interfere anything, shall not you?’ Before the door, she solemnly ordered me so. I remained silent.

In very large proportion, I did not want to have any argument with her, was because I disapproved her characteristic. She was an intensive person and demanding, meantime, unattractive, overly using ‘shall’ to indicate her audience’s direction as if she was the god of destiny. She loved to manipulate one’s effect, diminished one’s possibilities of attainments. I knew I had effect but she dared to shut me up. I wasn’t going to revenge on her temporarily, but will soon.

‘Connie, would you lend a helping hand, please?’ I conveyed a little respect in my words. Then she violently grabbed a bag of my luggage, without any alternation of countenance.

Connie exceeded me quite much. Looks tall, but factually was not, probably was her huge, rigid hat. Black, rich of layers, was how her hat looks. White lines defined the hat layers, curvy lines highlight her elegance so well. At the intersection of those white lines, a tremendous dark red, almost purple flower instantly caught any gaze projected on that hat. Looking down, her black hair as if had blended with the blackness of the hat perfectly, as if it was an impressionist painting, everything had no too definite boundary. Every thread of hair led to the light on her face. Her face was white but not pale, blush was slightly a highlight. She had blazing blue eyes, always shined, constantly contained confidence and brave. Gradient of deep blue to sea blue captivated your scrutiny. The long eye lashes outstood and her structure was almost like a sculpture, on top of that, smoother, which made her a fair lady. Her nose was narrow and tall, and her lips so thin, red in color. Chin was sharp. Although unwilling, I also had to admit her beauty. She was wearing a dress that is black as well, very much like an inverted cupcake, that seemingly made her look slimmer on the upper part of the body, smartly attired. As she was holding my luggage, unbalance was resulted. Every step she took, was stumbling.

‘I’m fine now. Let me take it.’ I elaborated my arm. ‘No. You will walk slow holding this, you shall not slow me down.’ Her coldness killed my kindness, although it’s a mercy.

Few steps later, we had entered the carriage. The housekeeper had our luggage placed on the backseat. Connie and I sat crowdedly together. I felt suffocated nearly the whole ride. On the carriage, we kept silent, contemplating and sightseeing. Both of us didn’t pretend anything. Our faces had no clear color. The change of scenery tired me, my looping thought made my heart grew impatience. Why should I follow them on the way to their own dreams? Their fiancé was not mine. Their pursuit was never mine. This immigration was in a hurry. I was born and I followed them everywhere. My father had many businesses, thus I was chasing around. I had accustomed to, but I did not respect. The follows had decreased my trust, though substantially even there was no direct harm to me.

Many of the ways we’d been through were seas and meadows, trees and the fellow. Tediously the carriage stumbled all the way through. Finally, we arrive at London – The economy core.

‘Your father is in business,’ Connie murmured,’ I now place you in the room and am going to meet your father for some reasons. Wait for our return.’ We were in the hotel room, a wide, immense room with monotonic white wall. However, wooden furniture was versatilely functional. Woods were beautifully cut and properly smoothened, looked so clean. I was as if stunned by the air, heavily dropped myself onto the bed. Then I turned myself off, gave up on confronting the calmness in atmosphere.

‘Wake up, Dave. Time for the dinner.’ A male voice rang. I guess it’s my father – Abraham Wright.

I muffled and squirmed. My father then enveloped me with the quilt. ‘Tiresome monkey! You are waking up!’ He itched me with certain effectiveness. He was a man with relentless seriousness and never-grown mindset. Although I had no fair amount of meetings with him as most of the other kids had, he still was the very interesting and caring father I had.

My eyelid opened very slowly, followed by blurry vision. Gradually when the view became clear, I saw Abraham certainly. Iconic face was constructed by highly distinguishable organs, thick and brown black eyebrows, round and blue eyes, straight and tall nose and thin and distinct lips. Jawline was shape. Among all his prominent features, his glasses couldn’t be unmentioned. He wore a pair of classic glasses which was defined by very thin gold wires. Lens shined glowingly, as if added confidence and superiority to his own personality. So much passion to life could be seen in his eyes, blazing, firing. Through his eyes, I almost daresay he would never get exhausted by the hurry, dissatisfaction of life, no matter how those poisons harmed him badly, or only my imagination. Fathers are all kids’ hero, aren’t they? They are all very likely to be reimagined and elaborated in those little skulls, same as mine.

His fashion seemed smart enough to outcompete other businessmen, however, was very simple. So clear was his blue, striped long-sleeved shirt. And a sleeveless sweater was worn on top of that. Under the above was a vintage brown trouser and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

‘Stop and we go,’ Here Connie stopped our childish fun.’ What two silly boys!’ She did look annoyed, then she coldly walked out of the room and dropped a few words on the floor.’ I wait you outside.’ She was wordless, she was cool.

Father stilled his smile and glared at me, as if he was a naughty child who got caught just now. Then I grinned in return.

 

 

 

 


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