Ever After

Chapter 5

“William’s Point of view”

I knew it was wrong to be here, as I sat at Corrine’s bedside, watching and waiting for her to wake up. I knew I’d fallen hopelessly in love with her from the moment our eyes met. I had no explanation for any of it. I just knew I had to be here by her side. Somehow, I just knew she needed me. I knew I should have left already; my presence here would look strange to her family and friends. I didn’t know any of them, and I didn’t even really know Corrine for that matter.

I myself couldn’t even explain it. I did try to leave not long after her father thanked me profusely. Mr. Whitmore promised me he would call and let me know how Corrine was doing. He and his wife seemed very grateful that I happened to be in the woods and find Corrine. I shook his hand, headed to the elevator but I couldn’t make myself get on it.

This was going to cause major problems and I knew it. My family would not be happy at all with me falling in love with Corrine. I was fairly certain they would oppose any kind of relationship with her. It simply was unacceptable for someone like me to be with someone like her. I knew I was expected to keep with people that were like me. I knew I was breaking the rules and I didn’t care. I wasn’t exactly like any of the people in my family anyway.

I had seen the kind of look Corrine gave me in other people’s eyes before. I had seen it more than I care to admit. It was a harsh mix of fear and confusion. Corrine was much the same but in a split second, the look in her eyes changed. She stared at me as if she’d known me forever, as if I was familiar to her. The way she clung to me when I took her home was an amazing feeling. I could tell she felt safe and secure in my arms as if nothing could ever harm her. I just hoped it wasn’t me who would end up harming her in the end.

I would wait forever for her to wake up if I had to. It would be worth every second of waiting to look into her beautiful eyes just one more time. I would wait an eternity just to see that look of acceptance and desire. I was also desperately hoping the other thing I saw in her eyes was love. Our differences be damned. I could keep myself in check even though to be so close to her would no doubt be very difficult for me. I was willing to try… well, scratch that. I had no choice. I was in love with her and I had to be with her, it was beyond my control. I would only leave her if she told me to and I was wrong about the way she looked at me.