Chapter 2: Where is Fancy bred? In the Heart or in the Head?
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"There is an angle of the sunset I want to capture on canvas. But I never seem to get it right."
"Why is that? You ran out of paints?" Alessandra laughs, grinning from ear to ear.
"No. I don't have someone to watch it with."
And just like that. It blew her away. How could something so beautiful be sinful? She felt invincible. The world, her oyster. She looks at herself in the mirror, and she doesn't see a change. Nothing has, except, her soul alive for the first time.
Sweet song playing in the background. Alessandra begins to melt into space. Her eyes moist from the tears slowly forming in her eyes. She gasps in glee.
"How could something be passionate and so soulful be a sin at the same time?" wonders Alessandra. It was something she had been wanting for so long. The wanting. It cannot be explained. A perplexed feeling inside, bursting with emotions. Pain and pleasure crashing like the waves upon the sand. Her legs thrashed to and fro. Why was life being unfair? She never felt this alive after three years. When Stefano came into her life, her soul was electrified.
"Are you listening to your head or your heart?" asked Richard from across the table.
"I don't know what to listen to anymore. It's as if something was broken for the first time."
"You told me there is someone new, but are you willing to cut yourself free from the chains that bind you?
Alessandra doesn't answer. She doesn't know what to say or how to say it in fear of hurting Richard.
Was it fair or unfair? She didn't know now. Her head was dictating what her heart should feel. Should she listen to its whispers? Her heart shouts:"YOU KNOW WHAT IS RIGHT! FOR ONCE, LISTEN TO IT!"
Lies. Nothing but lies. She looks at Richard, straight in the eye, starts to put her hand on top of his. But decided not to. She didn't want him to see her weak...
Weakness or courage?
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