MaxwellIt’s easy for me to keep my eyes off her when she’s across the room. However, it doesn’t stop my senses from getting on edge when I feel her response as she finally realizes I’m here, in the same building as her. It takes everything in me to stay at the table and not chase after her when she bolts. My feet shuffle in anticipation of her reappearance.Against my will I become even more rigid as she reenters the room, and my muscles twitch when she heads this way. Prayers sound in my head that she doesn’t confront me, at least not right now. Keeping my eyes locked on Eugene as she walks past takes every ounce of self-control I have in order to not to grab her swinging arm.Eugene seems oblivious to my inattentiveness as he talks about his bride. It’s always the same, compliment after compliment in order to make others jealous of his well tamed bride. My eyes might be on Eugene, but my ears are on Charlie. The tips of my fingers dig into my knees from a tight firm grip that squee

MaxwellWith my attention being put toward Eugene and The High Council, I don’t have time to see Charlie within the week. It feels as though every cell in my body is on fire knowing that she’s so close but yet so far from reach. I take the risk in trying to escape watching eyes to see her tonight at the dance club, recalling Juliet expects her to show up.Doing everything inhumanly possible, I try to convince Eugene to make himself comfortable in the hotel he’s staying at while I spend some quality time with my bride. He accepts my offer after much bribing and I instantly head out.Sitting in my usual corner, I search the dance floor. It’s later than I wanted to arrive, but when there’s no sign of Charlie or her friends, I take a breath of relief. There’s just something about witnessing her enter the large overcrowded room that pleases me.With what feels like eternity later, I see her friends, including Juliet, arrive and indulge themselves with drinks. They dance to the music withou

Maxwell The sight of her perfectly still body in a music filled room is disturbing considering every other time I saw her surrounded by music she was dancing. Although, tonight she’s standing stick straight with her arms crossed over her chest. What a workaholic. Creeping up behind her, I can’t help but to admire her body in yet another skintight outfit. The black and white dress gives an illusion of extra curves to her hips. Careful to not touch any part of her, I lean in close. Unwillingly, the tip of my nose and lips brush her neck as my whisper startles her. “Oh, how I have missed you, Charlie.” Her shock and sheer stiffness disappointment me. All it does is push away any happiness I have in seeing her. The sound of hatred in her voice as she asks me how I found her makes anger of my own start to bubble to the surface. My reply of always being able to find her doesn’t make her any more content with my presence. When she accuses me of being in her house last night, I can only sh

MaxwellI ponder on what just went down. Did I ruin things even further than they already were with her? Or did I help her understand me, where I came from? How far I came and how far I’m willing to go. That journal, though. Do I wish that she didn’t come across it? Yes. But only because I should have been there to explain things. Now she has this image in her head that contradicts what I’m trying so hard to prove.That book has traveled many miles and several cities, but I don’t exactly know why I keep it. It doesn’t tell a version I’m particularly fond of. An old friend of mine repeatedly told me to burn it and never look back. The day I refused will come back to haunt me. Today is that day.A knock on the door breaks my concentration. The constant knock forces me to move even though I don’t want to. There’s only one person I want to speak with right now, but let’s face it, she wouldn’t knock.I slip a pair of pants on since I’m still in my undergarments. Looking at the ground with

Maxwell“Maxwell, relax. She’ll be here. I’m paying her, so you better be grateful. I know why she resents you, though, bringing her into a trap. Think about your actions, there has to be another way.”“There’s no other way, Grace. The presentation is next week, six days from now, to be exact. I have no more time to waste. If she wishes to remain a human until she’s ready, then this has to happen and it has to happen tonight.” I thought many times about what I have to do and how exactly I should go about doing it. No matter how many different ways I think of, I know Charlie and she won’t take it lightly.Grace leaves me to my thoughts as she speaks with the other guests. When I see her walk inside with a tight nod of her head in my direction, I know that my bride has finally arrived. As a way to blend into the crowd, I mingle with others by holding useless conversations with various individuals I don’t even know. All my attention is on the back porch where I hear Grace compliment Char