Yellow Wallpaper Descriptive Writing
“Oh, he is your acquaintance, then, I wouldn’t mind at all!” she said, agreeing with me whole-heartedly.
“That is right, Ma’am, however, please don’t mention to him. If ever he gets suspicious, you could sell this to him for ten dollars,” I said with a smile, looking forward to the day which I could see him again.
Like the playful wind brushing through the auburn leaves then flutter and skitter on the ground, I begun realizing something as I returned to that antique book store with its smell of strong black coffee and toast which permanently lingered in the air and the tall book shelves housing the numerous rare paperbacks and hardbound books every single day. Taking a glimpse at his face, with eyes absorbed in the black print of the pages, …show more content…
Thus, comfortably seated with a pen on hand in the warm confines of my bed room, I started to pour down my thoughts into writing, quietly praying that he will be able to know, at least the extent of my emotions…
Briefly written in a small parchment, I folded the paper into four and noticing how it started to our heavily outside, I pulled out my drawer and produced a red folded umbrella. Seeing the water-proof name tag, I hurriedly inserted the glossy parchment into it and then rose up from chair, sprinting out of my room to make my way to the antique book store.
Despite the attention craved by the servants, I still ignored them and braved the cold weather with my red umbrella on hand. Walking the average distance towards the book store, I soon found it impossible as the rain started to fall heavily. Seeing it impossible to continue, I searched for the nearest shed and found one near the familiar lane of maple trees. Secured from the devastating pelting rain, I immediately closed my umbrella, then produced and kerchief to dry …show more content…
“Oh, is that so…” I could only utter with my chest unexpectedly pounding hard.
“How about you? Are you interested in cooking?” Hearing the happiness lacing his voice, I slowly turned to him and saw such a genuine joy etched on his face. “I’m afraid I am not,” I answered, forcing a smile to show him.
“I see…”
Gripping my hands into tight fists, I gritted my teeth, quietly suppressing myself from breaking down. So… he already has someone he truly cares for?
“Is she happy?” I asked, controlling my voice from quivering.
“Who?” he wondered then turned to me with an arching brow.
Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I turned to him. “Your girlfriend,” however, despite all the mustered courage, I couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes any longer.
“Indeed, she is,” he answered with vigor, while it proved lethal for me. Crowded with a lot of emotions, I drew more courage and with enough strength, had turned to look at him straight in the eyes.
“And you?” I asked, fear slowly eating my heart away, however, he returned my gaze with a serious and yet tender glint in gaze.
“Yes.”
It was all so simple. How could I not see it before?
“I am happy to hear that,” however, I must accept reality for after all, it wasn’t possible for us…
“That is right, Ma’am, however, please don’t mention to him. If ever he gets suspicious, you could sell this to him for ten dollars,” I said with a smile, looking forward to the day which I could see him again.
Like the playful wind brushing through the auburn leaves then flutter and skitter on the ground, I begun realizing something as I returned to that antique book store with its smell of strong black coffee and toast which permanently lingered in the air and the tall book shelves housing the numerous rare paperbacks and hardbound books every single day. Taking a glimpse at his face, with eyes absorbed in the black print of the pages, …show more content…
Thus, comfortably seated with a pen on hand in the warm confines of my bed room, I started to pour down my thoughts into writing, quietly praying that he will be able to know, at least the extent of my emotions…
Briefly written in a small parchment, I folded the paper into four and noticing how it started to our heavily outside, I pulled out my drawer and produced a red folded umbrella. Seeing the water-proof name tag, I hurriedly inserted the glossy parchment into it and then rose up from chair, sprinting out of my room to make my way to the antique book store.
Despite the attention craved by the servants, I still ignored them and braved the cold weather with my red umbrella on hand. Walking the average distance towards the book store, I soon found it impossible as the rain started to fall heavily. Seeing it impossible to continue, I searched for the nearest shed and found one near the familiar lane of maple trees. Secured from the devastating pelting rain, I immediately closed my umbrella, then produced and kerchief to dry …show more content…
“Oh, is that so…” I could only utter with my chest unexpectedly pounding hard.
“How about you? Are you interested in cooking?” Hearing the happiness lacing his voice, I slowly turned to him and saw such a genuine joy etched on his face. “I’m afraid I am not,” I answered, forcing a smile to show him.
“I see…”
Gripping my hands into tight fists, I gritted my teeth, quietly suppressing myself from breaking down. So… he already has someone he truly cares for?
“Is she happy?” I asked, controlling my voice from quivering.
“Who?” he wondered then turned to me with an arching brow.
Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I turned to him. “Your girlfriend,” however, despite all the mustered courage, I couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes any longer.
“Indeed, she is,” he answered with vigor, while it proved lethal for me. Crowded with a lot of emotions, I drew more courage and with enough strength, had turned to look at him straight in the eyes.
“And you?” I asked, fear slowly eating my heart away, however, he returned my gaze with a serious and yet tender glint in gaze.
“Yes.”
It was all so simple. How could I not see it before?
“I am happy to hear that,” however, I must accept reality for after all, it wasn’t possible for us…