Eden (Re-write in Progress)

Chapter 1

Fortunately, a few days or so later I went back to Safeway, only this time I was with only two other friends, one of which had convinced Daemon to come too.I was prepared this time.I had made two pictures to give him; elegant and graceful dragons of chalk pastel.I only intended to give him one, but I ended up somehow giving him both.In the short time since the final day of school, he had inspired in me several pieces of poetry, one over 20 pages long.And it should be noted that he would continue to inspire such writing for much longer, as evidenced by what I am writing right now.

It seems that I’ve forgotten one important detail front the last day of school.On the way back to my friend Cassandra’s house, Daemon walked with us; he lived a few streets done.Upon arriving at Cassandra’s house, I was prompted to give Daemon a hug.The very thought of touching him was too much for me to bear, and I could not do it.He just stood there, looking at me for what seemed like an eternity.Perhaps, if I had given him a hug, it would be quite a different situation now… or maybe not.It hardly matters, because on the second day that I saw Daemon, I got his phone number.One of my friends, after Daemon left, gave me a picture of him.It was a wallet sized school photo, and I kept it with me for the longest time.I can remember his eyes with the utmost precision; a dark brown, almost accented with a rich mahogany red.The emptiness that I saw within his eyes both haunted and mesmerized me.On the surface there was sorrow, and then there was hate and anger, pain and hopelessness.But the closer and deeper I looked, I saw a light deep within, begin smothered by the chocking shadows and heavy, brooding emotions.It was for this reason that I believed my otherwise untrustworthy friend, who told me Daemon had not always been how he appeared.

Oh, how I wanted more than anything to be the one to make him happy.I just wanted him to be happy.I wanted to see the pain and sorrow leave his beautiful eyes.All it took was one smile of his and I was addicted.I can remember countless nights of crying and prayer, begging for something to happen that was against what my fate had planned.I first kept his visage beneath my pillow, but later I put it on the bottom of my headboard of my bed, so that when I lay awake at night, dreaming and wishing, I could look up and see him…

But I was not forever silent.I did not feel content conversing alone with his picture in my hands.I longed for his voice or his words.My friend laughed saying that Daemon would never return my messages, but it was I who laughed as Daemon’s name appeared in my inbox.I can remember, it was the Fourth of July that was the first day that I sent a message to him, receiving a prompt reply.And thus began the summer that blossomed my love for him.Yes, I know it was love and nothing lesser.I would have done anything for him.I would have been happy to see him, even, with someone other than myself if it brought him genuine happiness.I would bear that pain bravely if it brought a smile to his face, even if my sacrifice went wholly unappreciated.

Soon I called him and we would talk for hours.I called him almost every other day, and I marked each occasion with a star on my calendar.We talked about many things: life, video games, music, and the future, to name a few.He was kind and informed about the matters that concerned my heart.

The one that I longed for before Daemon had proved to be a vicious and arrogant waste of my time.Daemon offered me his condolences and caught me off guard with how much he appeared to care.My love and longing for him was almost unbearable.I wanted that high that I got front merely being around him.I talked to him all through the summer.The sound of his voice was deep, yet soft and intoxicating.He lifted my mood front the darkest depths in which it sometimes fell.The sound of his voice resonated through my being, quickening my heart and trembling my hands and voice with longing.His laugh, though rare, was as musical as his voice.There was something about him I could not place, some magnetic force that pulled me towards him.He seemed divine in the darkest and most mysterious manner.My curiosity only encouraged the pull of my heart to his.But I could never get quite close enough.No, he took my heart and gave no such thing in return.And still, I fear, he holds it captive… but I digress.

That wondrous summer drew to a close, but that was the only thing that ended, for my love for him was as strong as ever. I wanted to be with him more than anything in the world.I saved every message, treasured every memory, and hung on every word.I worshipped him, and perhaps that is what ultimately worked against me…

They say that all good things must come to an end, but I believed that wen good things end, they give way to even better things.I was nervous and anxious for that first day of sophomore year.I longed to see his face in person after so long, afraid that the spark would be gone, or that he would be taken.But no, when I saw him I felt that same weakness, that same trembling of my hands, that same racing of my heart.He was the only thing that even made me feel like that.No drug could possibly give me such a high, such euphoria, such an adrenaline rush as his presence did.He was the only thing that could render me speechless at the very mention of his name.I longed to speak to him in person, but in his gaze I became must.He was poetry personified.All these feelings I could not, cannot, forget.Even amidst my deepest personal turmoil, around him I would be completely happy, blissful, and euphoric.The actual feelings that I had for him are impossible to describe, especially if you have never TRULY loved before.A life absent of love could not begin to understand, but those who know can relate.It is something beyond words, beyond emotions; it is something pure and radiant and unreasonable, strange, and illogical.It is joyous, painful, beautiful, crushing, intoxicating, and eternal.I wanted him to be happy.Such a seemingly simple request, yet practically impossible to accomplish.We both had our guards up; a thick castle wall protecting our hearts.I was willing to break mine down and allow him entrance if he would do the same.But even the simple pleasure of unconditional love was not, in practice, simple at all, as I soon found out…