[Contest] Write in the Name of Love
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Always be my love
He whispered in my ear âyou will always be my loveâ then kissed my cheek. I grabbed his hand as he turned to walk away and said âbut will you?â We stared intently into each others eyes and time stood still. Suddenly the reality hit us, could this be the last time we ever saw each other? he threw his arms around me with every inch of his being and squeezed me so tight I felt the breath release from lungs. I didnât want it to end, I didnât want him to leave and I was scared. As I waved him goodbye my heart sank into the pit of my stomach and a tear trickled down my cheek. Carry on as usual I told myself, but how could I? The love of my life had left me and I might have to start my life alone now, alone forever I thought. The saying is - all is fair in love and war, but what was fair about this? Nothing seemed fair.
The nights passed and now the only time I saw him was in my dreams, as time went on I began to look forward to going to sleep. That smile and those eyes began to fade and I felt myself slipping away. I would eagerly await any envelope in case it was a letter, a letter from my love. To keep my mind off of things I threw myself into work and began working on the farm, it was the only thing that took my mind off of him off of what he was doing.. actually I didnât want to know I thought, but then I did want to know, was he ok? How was he coping? I prayed every night that god would keep him safe and that he would return to me unharmed.
Unfortunately every dream has to end and sometimes dreams can become nightmares. There was a knock at the door I wished it would be him but it was probably someone trying to cheer me up with mindless gossip. This knock was different to usual, it sounded important it sounded like a wake up call. I opened the door and there stood a man in uniform. I didnât recognise him, his face was worn, eyes red and he had a look of sadness about him. It wasnât familiar to me. Iâm here he said to.. I stopped him mid sentence âdo I know you?â He smiled and it looked vaguely familiar. âMaybe you donâtâ he replied and then solemnly went to walk away. âWait, I said and grabbed his handâ. It was not the same hand that had left me, but something felt right about it. He began to cry and I saw the pain in his eyes, those eyes. It was my love, but he was broken. At that realisation I cupped his face towards me and said âyou will always be my loveâ.
He whispered in my ear âyou will always be my loveâ then kissed my cheek. I grabbed his hand as he turned to walk away and said âbut will you?â We stared intently into each others eyes and time stood still. Suddenly the reality hit us, could this be the last time we ever saw each other? he threw his arms around me with every inch of his being and squeezed me so tight I felt the breath release from lungs. I didnât want it to end, I didnât want him to leave and I was scared. As I waved him goodbye my heart sank into the pit of my stomach and a tear trickled down my cheek. Carry on as usual I told myself, but how could I? The love of my life had left me and I might have to start my life alone now, alone forever I thought. The saying is - all is fair in love and war, but what was fair about this? Nothing seemed fair.
The nights passed and now the only time I saw him was in my dreams, as time went on I began to look forward to going to sleep. That smile and those eyes began to fade and I felt myself slipping away. I would eagerly await any envelope in case it was a letter, a letter from my love. To keep my mind off of things I threw myself into work and began working on the farm, it was the only thing that took my mind off of him off of what he was doing.. actually I didnât want to know I thought, but then I did want to know, was he ok? How was he coping? I prayed every night that god would keep him safe and that he would return to me unharmed.
Unfortunately every dream has to end and sometimes dreams can become nightmares. There was a knock at the door I wished it would be him but it was probably someone trying to cheer me up with mindless gossip. This knock was different to usual, it sounded important it sounded like a wake up call. I opened the door and there stood a man in uniform. I didnât recognise him, his face was worn, eyes red and he had a look of sadness about him. It wasnât familiar to me. Iâm here he said to.. I stopped him mid sentence âdo I know you?â He smiled and it looked vaguely familiar. âMaybe you donâtâ he replied and then solemnly went to walk away. âWait, I said and grabbed his handâ. It was not the same hand that had left me, but something felt right about it. He began to cry and I saw the pain in his eyes, those eyes. It was my love, but he was broken. At that realisation I cupped his face towards me and said âyou will always be my loveâ.
Iâm not sure if the format is correct, or even if i did the spoiler right. I did however feel like making people cry this holiday, so enjoy !
Jane Doe, that's what she was called. No one cared for her real name, to them, she was something without an identity. Something made up. Only a few, and they would consider themselves lucky, would learn the truth about Jane Doe. And they would learn that she was not nothing at all. She was everything.
I made my transfer to Langholm boarding school in my final year. The choice was backed up by my parents, though through certain events it would be impossible for them to deny this one wish of mine. I was sick. Doctors said a year, maybe two. I lived as if it was only months. Starting senior year at a school that was almost like a college was what I truly wanted. I believed the rest of the experiences would follow suit. How wrong was I?
The first stop was the headmistress's office. Miss Geil. she knew of my affliction, though never said it aloud.
âAs you well know, the curriculum is not for everyone. And though I know youâre not going ahead with this to get AP credits or to be scouted by a professional, I do hope you take the most of what you learn here." She sat at her desk while she talked. âI do have to mention one small problem. It seems over the summer, one of our wings has had a problem with electricity so we are down a few medical dorms,â she spoke as if any bad news would kill me then and there. Truly this wasnât bad news at all. It was all part of a greater plan.
âDoes that mean I will have to share a dorm with another student?â
âYes. However, this will not be any student. You will be staying in a medical dorm, with your own bathroom and toiletries. The student you will live with these coming semesters is⊠well under medical watch. not contagious nor dangerous, I believe you two will find an opportunity in these circumstances.``
Ah yes. the beauty of matchmaking skills. Even if this was a true problem with the wing, I'm sure the headmistress has already filled her head with fantasies of making a blossoming friendship come true. For that, I gave her a mental pat on the back.
I found my way to my new dorm. No decorations riddled the halls. It looked much like that of a hotel, one that could make you feel insanely fast when you ran it down. The door I stopped in front of had a metal plaque with the number 160 carved into it. I thought to knock, but it was also my home now was it not? I stepped in to see one side of the room fit for living. white bed sheets, white curtains, plain pens, and pencils. the other side, my side, bare. No one was in there other than me. What a great welcome-home party.
As I got my area looking more of me, the door opened revealing a girl, no taller than me, with very short, almost buzzed brown hair. She was startled for a moment, but soon it must have hit her that this was not a new addition.
âYou must be my new roomie. Iâm Jane." She extended a hand which I held and shook.
âPhoebe.â I learned quite fast that Jane was not a talker. She liked her confinement. After and even during classes she would avoid group work when it was optional. We didnât talk much other than the occasional small talk, helloâs, and well, that was it. A few weeks in and I decided this wasnât my plan at all. To sit in silence as if my time wasnât being ticked down. So I spoke and attempted to turn the hello into something deeper. though I should have gone about it a bit more⊠softly?
âAre you sick?â I asked her. She sat at her desk, her back facing me.
âThis is a medical Dorm is it not?â
âYou have no pills. or bags with anything telling of an ailment.â
âDoes taking pills make someone sicker than those who do not?â
âIt should be in terms of a medical dorm.â
She turned around and looked at me with her back straight.
âNo, I am not medically sick.â
âBut you are sick?â
âYes.â
âJust not medically?â
she nodded.
âHow is that so?â
It took a beat before she answered.
âThe windows. They donât open very far, do they? You could barely fit your head all the way out. And there are no coat hangers on the walls. And the bathroom has no lock. In fact, the handle has a screw missing, did you notice that?â
âI don't follow.â
âI'm not medically sick. No medicine can cure me. it is my feelings that are poisoned.â
I suddenly felt bad for asking. I felt even more scared that she would ask about my illness. but it would not be fair for her to open up, and for me to not.
âIs that why they allowed me to room with you? because you needed someone to watch you?â
âmaybe. or perhaps they thought I needed a friend.â
âI can be both.â
âyouâre sick arenât you? In a much worse way than I am.â
âŠ
âyes. itâs my brain.â
âWell, in that case, I think we might be a lot more alike.â
The girl that was Jane, silent, closed off, all pale colors, slowly began to slip into brightness. We studied together. or rather she studied and I watched. I chose her for group work and she didnât ignore me, rather she made room at her desk for me. We rearranged our room so that there was no longer a wall between us. our desks sat side by side, our beds separated by a small space. We were friends. and this was our home.
Christmas break came. Most students went home, me included. It was less of a break as it was a check-up. doctors came by almost every day. The cold did not do for me what it did for others. I did not go sledding or catching snowflakes. I curled up underneath layers and layers of blankets, hooked up to various machines. By my side, the entire time was my mother who spoke to me of jane. She found consoling that I was not alone at school. It was during that break when a doctor came by once more to deliver the news we had been expecting.
When all returned, I was called to the headmistress's office again. She had told me how they had fixed the wing and the room that was once meant to be mine was open and ready for me if I could take it. I left her office and returned to my dorm. There I saw Jane laying on my bed. she swung up and smiled, happy with my return.
âDid you not leave for the break?â I asked her and she helped me get my scarf and gloves off.
âNo, my family lives far away. it wasnât worth the trip. this is much more of a home than that is." I smiled even though that seemed to be a sad fact. She stopped helping me get my coat off and looked at my arms. A bruise, a few of them really, tainted my skin where the needles had poked.
she let her fingers wipe softly over the purple. Looking up at me with furrowed eyebrows she asked if I was okay. It shocked me to see such an act of sadness. I hadn't taken her as the type of girl to be so⊠soft. I assured her I was fine. It was just a few fluids to help me with the weather, I told her. She did not believe me.
âyou look pale. and your hair⊠itâs so thin.â her hands reached up to my face, tracing the underneath of my eyes which I knew were dark. I could hear her breath hitch every time she found a new worry.
âyouâre really sick arenât you?â
I grabbed her wrists slowly and lowered her hands.
âno more sick than you, roomie.â
I walked to place my bags by my bed. she followed.
âHow sick?â
I did not answer.
âHow sick Phoebe?â
I turned to look at her. She knew very well what it meant. a hand covered her mouth. tears swelled in her eyes. I turned back around and faced the wall. I could hear her pushing the hurt back down.
I had not thought of this part. I imagined living as I wanted. to go to a school like this, to meet friends and to be a part of something. but when the time came I would just leave. I did not imagine the hurt I would be leaving behind or taking with me.
Jane, in her own way, tried not to become distant. it was me who had pulled away. She invited me to study sessions. I declined. She invited me to dinner in the hall. I stayed back in the room. The truth settled in that I didn't want anyone to be the person left behind.
I visited the headmistress's office one last time. I accepted her previous statement and got everything settled before the end of the day. It wasn't long before news spread.
I lay in my new bed. There was no double for each piece of furniture. It was silent. I stared at the ceiling. there was nothing about this room that was the picture I had made in my head. but I convinced myself this was the selfless room. the room I was meant for in the first place.
three knocks, rapid and loud, made my door almost move with force. startled, I stood up and went to the handle of the door. more knocks barged through the space of the room. I opened the door in annoyance, quickly recovering once I saw who had been there. I went back to lie down, preparing for my newest intervention. Jane walked in closing the door behind her rather loudly.
âI came back from dinner to a note. a note? thatâs all you have to offer?â she sounded angry. in her own right, she was allowed that.
âI'm tired jane. Please close the door when you leave.â
âa note!â she read from it, she remembered each word. âWing opened over the break. Returning to my room.â
her hands sprawled out and hit her side.
âThis isnât your room Phoebe. You live with me.â
I did not talk back to her.
âLet's go. you will get in trouble for being where you should not be.â
she started to pack my things up. She knew where everything went. She knew me all too well. I got up and tried to stop her in a fit. It hurt to even raise my hand or my voice.
âJane, go back to your room.â
tears formed within her again. I couldn't stand looking at it.
âno! itâs not my room itâs ours. letâs go." She began shoving clothes however she liked. It was an awful sight. I got down on the floor near her and tried to intervene. I held her wrists as they moved up and down, up and down. grabbing things and packing them. It took force to get her to stop moving. when she did she looked back up at me. I found it hard to look back.
âPleaseâŠâ her voice broke. and me with it.
âI promise okay, I promise I will get over you. I will forget you even existed okay? please just come back. please.â tears streamed down. the clothes below her became stained with her sadness. I smiled with my tears. cupping her face, I placed my lips on hers, tasting salt. I grabbed her wrists once more and lifted her up and back to the bed. We lay there for hours. both in silence and not. She did not stop crying.
âYou arenât my friend, are you Jane?â
through sniffles, she answered.
âI never have been.â
I closed my eyes, not stopping my smile from showing. She combed my hair with her fingers. I knew her promise was true. she would be okay. I had breathed the last of my life into her.
As I drifted, the last words I ever heard were those of the girl I had loved.
âgoodnight phoebe. I will see you in the morning.â
Jane Doe, that's what she was called. No one cared for her real name, to them, she was something without an identity. Something made up. Only a few, and they would consider themselves lucky, would learn the truth about Jane Doe. And they would learn that she was not nothing at all. She was everything.
I made my transfer to Langholm boarding school in my final year. The choice was backed up by my parents, though through certain events it would be impossible for them to deny this one wish of mine. I was sick. Doctors said a year, maybe two. I lived as if it was only months. Starting senior year at a school that was almost like a college was what I truly wanted. I believed the rest of the experiences would follow suit. How wrong was I?
The first stop was the headmistress's office. Miss Geil. she knew of my affliction, though never said it aloud.
âAs you well know, the curriculum is not for everyone. And though I know youâre not going ahead with this to get AP credits or to be scouted by a professional, I do hope you take the most of what you learn here." She sat at her desk while she talked. âI do have to mention one small problem. It seems over the summer, one of our wings has had a problem with electricity so we are down a few medical dorms,â she spoke as if any bad news would kill me then and there. Truly this wasnât bad news at all. It was all part of a greater plan.
âDoes that mean I will have to share a dorm with another student?â
âYes. However, this will not be any student. You will be staying in a medical dorm, with your own bathroom and toiletries. The student you will live with these coming semesters is⊠well under medical watch. not contagious nor dangerous, I believe you two will find an opportunity in these circumstances.``
Ah yes. the beauty of matchmaking skills. Even if this was a true problem with the wing, I'm sure the headmistress has already filled her head with fantasies of making a blossoming friendship come true. For that, I gave her a mental pat on the back.
I found my way to my new dorm. No decorations riddled the halls. It looked much like that of a hotel, one that could make you feel insanely fast when you ran it down. The door I stopped in front of had a metal plaque with the number 160 carved into it. I thought to knock, but it was also my home now was it not? I stepped in to see one side of the room fit for living. white bed sheets, white curtains, plain pens, and pencils. the other side, my side, bare. No one was in there other than me. What a great welcome-home party.
As I got my area looking more of me, the door opened revealing a girl, no taller than me, with very short, almost buzzed brown hair. She was startled for a moment, but soon it must have hit her that this was not a new addition.
âYou must be my new roomie. Iâm Jane." She extended a hand which I held and shook.
âPhoebe.â I learned quite fast that Jane was not a talker. She liked her confinement. After and even during classes she would avoid group work when it was optional. We didnât talk much other than the occasional small talk, helloâs, and well, that was it. A few weeks in and I decided this wasnât my plan at all. To sit in silence as if my time wasnât being ticked down. So I spoke and attempted to turn the hello into something deeper. though I should have gone about it a bit more⊠softly?
âAre you sick?â I asked her. She sat at her desk, her back facing me.
âThis is a medical Dorm is it not?â
âYou have no pills. or bags with anything telling of an ailment.â
âDoes taking pills make someone sicker than those who do not?â
âIt should be in terms of a medical dorm.â
She turned around and looked at me with her back straight.
âNo, I am not medically sick.â
âBut you are sick?â
âYes.â
âJust not medically?â
she nodded.
âHow is that so?â
It took a beat before she answered.
âThe windows. They donât open very far, do they? You could barely fit your head all the way out. And there are no coat hangers on the walls. And the bathroom has no lock. In fact, the handle has a screw missing, did you notice that?â
âI don't follow.â
âI'm not medically sick. No medicine can cure me. it is my feelings that are poisoned.â
I suddenly felt bad for asking. I felt even more scared that she would ask about my illness. but it would not be fair for her to open up, and for me to not.
âIs that why they allowed me to room with you? because you needed someone to watch you?â
âmaybe. or perhaps they thought I needed a friend.â
âI can be both.â
âyouâre sick arenât you? In a much worse way than I am.â
âŠ
âyes. itâs my brain.â
âWell, in that case, I think we might be a lot more alike.â
The girl that was Jane, silent, closed off, all pale colors, slowly began to slip into brightness. We studied together. or rather she studied and I watched. I chose her for group work and she didnât ignore me, rather she made room at her desk for me. We rearranged our room so that there was no longer a wall between us. our desks sat side by side, our beds separated by a small space. We were friends. and this was our home.
Christmas break came. Most students went home, me included. It was less of a break as it was a check-up. doctors came by almost every day. The cold did not do for me what it did for others. I did not go sledding or catching snowflakes. I curled up underneath layers and layers of blankets, hooked up to various machines. By my side, the entire time was my mother who spoke to me of jane. She found consoling that I was not alone at school. It was during that break when a doctor came by once more to deliver the news we had been expecting.
When all returned, I was called to the headmistress's office again. She had told me how they had fixed the wing and the room that was once meant to be mine was open and ready for me if I could take it. I left her office and returned to my dorm. There I saw Jane laying on my bed. she swung up and smiled, happy with my return.
âDid you not leave for the break?â I asked her and she helped me get my scarf and gloves off.
âNo, my family lives far away. it wasnât worth the trip. this is much more of a home than that is." I smiled even though that seemed to be a sad fact. She stopped helping me get my coat off and looked at my arms. A bruise, a few of them really, tainted my skin where the needles had poked.
she let her fingers wipe softly over the purple. Looking up at me with furrowed eyebrows she asked if I was okay. It shocked me to see such an act of sadness. I hadn't taken her as the type of girl to be so⊠soft. I assured her I was fine. It was just a few fluids to help me with the weather, I told her. She did not believe me.
âyou look pale. and your hair⊠itâs so thin.â her hands reached up to my face, tracing the underneath of my eyes which I knew were dark. I could hear her breath hitch every time she found a new worry.
âyouâre really sick arenât you?â
I grabbed her wrists slowly and lowered her hands.
âno more sick than you, roomie.â
I walked to place my bags by my bed. she followed.
âHow sick?â
I did not answer.
âHow sick Phoebe?â
I turned to look at her. She knew very well what it meant. a hand covered her mouth. tears swelled in her eyes. I turned back around and faced the wall. I could hear her pushing the hurt back down.
I had not thought of this part. I imagined living as I wanted. to go to a school like this, to meet friends and to be a part of something. but when the time came I would just leave. I did not imagine the hurt I would be leaving behind or taking with me.
Jane, in her own way, tried not to become distant. it was me who had pulled away. She invited me to study sessions. I declined. She invited me to dinner in the hall. I stayed back in the room. The truth settled in that I didn't want anyone to be the person left behind.
I visited the headmistress's office one last time. I accepted her previous statement and got everything settled before the end of the day. It wasn't long before news spread.
I lay in my new bed. There was no double for each piece of furniture. It was silent. I stared at the ceiling. there was nothing about this room that was the picture I had made in my head. but I convinced myself this was the selfless room. the room I was meant for in the first place.
three knocks, rapid and loud, made my door almost move with force. startled, I stood up and went to the handle of the door. more knocks barged through the space of the room. I opened the door in annoyance, quickly recovering once I saw who had been there. I went back to lie down, preparing for my newest intervention. Jane walked in closing the door behind her rather loudly.
âI came back from dinner to a note. a note? thatâs all you have to offer?â she sounded angry. in her own right, she was allowed that.
âI'm tired jane. Please close the door when you leave.â
âa note!â she read from it, she remembered each word. âWing opened over the break. Returning to my room.â
her hands sprawled out and hit her side.
âThis isnât your room Phoebe. You live with me.â
I did not talk back to her.
âLet's go. you will get in trouble for being where you should not be.â
she started to pack my things up. She knew where everything went. She knew me all too well. I got up and tried to stop her in a fit. It hurt to even raise my hand or my voice.
âJane, go back to your room.â
tears formed within her again. I couldn't stand looking at it.
âno! itâs not my room itâs ours. letâs go." She began shoving clothes however she liked. It was an awful sight. I got down on the floor near her and tried to intervene. I held her wrists as they moved up and down, up and down. grabbing things and packing them. It took force to get her to stop moving. when she did she looked back up at me. I found it hard to look back.
âPleaseâŠâ her voice broke. and me with it.
âI promise okay, I promise I will get over you. I will forget you even existed okay? please just come back. please.â tears streamed down. the clothes below her became stained with her sadness. I smiled with my tears. cupping her face, I placed my lips on hers, tasting salt. I grabbed her wrists once more and lifted her up and back to the bed. We lay there for hours. both in silence and not. She did not stop crying.
âYou arenât my friend, are you Jane?â
through sniffles, she answered.
âI never have been.â
I closed my eyes, not stopping my smile from showing. She combed my hair with her fingers. I knew her promise was true. she would be okay. I had breathed the last of my life into her.
As I drifted, the last words I ever heard were those of the girl I had loved.
âgoodnight phoebe. I will see you in the morning.â
Lara's POV
Sitting in my classroom everyone was busy doing there things some were just talking and some were studying and i was busy doing my work before teacher will arrived suddenly classroom's door opened and a guy came in. the guy who has my heart. the guy who i love from my highschool. he's no other then my best friend he walked beside my desk and sit.
"Hi" i said
"hey" he said
" where were you last night? you said you'll come for dinner."
" Ugh I'm sorry i actually forgot i was with few friends it slipped from my mind" he said
Slipped from his mind? hun "sign" " it's fine i guess" I'm not in your mind anyway. you never gonna notice my love. i look down at my notebook and tried to focus on it suddenly the door opened again and a girl walked in and came to our direction and sit next to cane.
" will you come again tonight? it was fun yesterday" diana said with smile
so he was with her? such a great lair. he forgot about dinner with me which i prepared with heart and spent time with her again. i tried not to cry in front of class my heart was breaking. he was the reason. we are best friends from our highschool when he was alone i was there with him . when he got his first break up i was with him to give him my shoulder to cry even tho i was breaking from inside myself. carrying one sided love is becoming burden for me. and my stupid heart couldn't move on from him . my heart keep loving him even tho he love someone else. even tho i know he will never love me.
"Oh I'll message you if i didn't got busy" cane said with a smile on his face. love was showing in his eyes for her. how i wish he could ever look at me with those eyes
A WEEK LATER
my door bell constantly ringing
" Ugh I'm coming ok it takes time to put slippers and walk" i said annoyingly
as soon as i open the door i got shocked with a sudden hug. it was from no one else then cane. he seems happy. i got smile on my face looking at him happy. he looks so good when he's smiling.
" what happened that you are so happy" i asked still having smile on my face
" you won't believe what happened " he said moving inside and i shut the door
" diana accept my purposel . can you believe that she's finally my girlfriend now . aah.. I'm so happy this is the best day of my life" he said happily sitting in my living room couch. while i was shocked. i was still standing in door way. the smile which i had a moment ago was gone and my eyes were teary.
THEN WHAT ABOUT MY LOVE?
A YEAR LATER
it was finally our graduation day. and i looked around and far away i saw cane and Diana coming hands in hands. how i wish it could be me. it's been 1 year since they were officially together. nothing hurts more then watching your lover loving someone else. we were distanced. our time together get shortened. he rarely had time for me. nothing felt like same . nothing felt good anymore. i just wish i could move on from him now since we're graduating and probably will be apart from each other .
" hey congrats lara finally free from studying" cane said smiling
" yeah you too" i said with fake smile watching there intertwine hands suddenly my eyes caught something in Diana's hand.
" oh.. yeah this sorry we actually forgot to tell you i kinda want to kept it secret but you're my best friend so let me tell you i purposed diana and she said yes" he announced the news with such a happiness while something in my heart shattered. was that my love for him? i couldn't move. this can't be happening so soon. i want to get out from here.
" hey aren't you gonna congratulate us? you are the first person we're sharing this news. you are special since your my best friend" he said looking at me
why only best friend? " oh.. ah.. ye.. yeah congratulations. I'm happy for you guys" " i kinda need to go i just remembered something important" i said and tried to run far away as soon as possible
FEW MONTHS LATER
I'm trying to move on with my life i found this job and I'm trying not to remember him. trying to get myself busy as much as possible. i didn't Heard any news from him. thankfully he didn't contact me cause i would be broken all once again seeing him. i moved from my last apartment to this new. it's not so expensive and it's close to my job. i didn't tried for getting boyfriend or went to blind dates. i don't think I'm ready to get myself in a relationship.
suddenly my phone start ringing. i took the call without paying attention.
" Hello" i said without caring
" Hey, where are you i went to your old apartment they said you moved out. where are you send me your location I'm coming" cane said without giving me a chance to speak. i was speechless why he wants to meet me now? after so many months. why now. " hello, you there? i said send me your location"
" aah.. ok I'll text you " i texted him my location as soon as call ended .
FEW MINUTES LATER
my door bell ring and i knew who it could be. i opened my door and frozen. he's changed, he have long hair now, he's looking more handsome and he have such a happiness in his face. and i know he's excited to share something with me.
" Hey , you look amazing. you changed your hairstyle" he said with smile
" uh.. yeah i started my job so i thought to change it . come inside " i said avoiding his eyes i don't wanna look in his eyes and find love for someone else which is gonna end up hurting me
" i came to give you my wedding invitation. you need to come please. you're my best friend i need you there in my special day" he said giving me a card and having love for the person mentioned in the card 'diana' . i took the card with shivering hands. i couldn't open it and look inside. I'm hurting so much . i can't bear it anymore. a long tear shed from my eye . i quickly wipe it before he saw it . why he's keep hurting me like this. what have i done to him that he have to hurt me like this
" con.. congrats, you look happy" i said with tears in my eyes
" of course I'm happy you won't believe how excited i am to start this journey with her you won't understand how much i love her" he said
" oh.. i think i do understand loving someone" i said looking down hiding tears
" I'll come to your wedding" i said with heavy heart and faking a smile
A MONTH LATER
" you can kiss the bride now"
the priest said as soon as priest announced them husband and wife . i looked down i couldn't look at them anymore. whole life the person I loved finally was someone else's now. he taught me what love was. i spent my life loving him afar . you are so cruel cane to never see my love. i couldn't bear anymore so i left. i finally can move on from him. i finally can realized he's not mine. never was.
3 MONTHS LATER
I'm happy. I'm finally trying to move on with my life. thankfully he didn't really contact me much which I'm glad about. I'm sure he must be spending his life happily that he didn't even had time to contact me.
Looking at the sky and having a mug of coffee. i was busy in my thoughts that i didn't heard my phone ringing. it's constantly ringing bring me back and i saw cane was calling me
" why he's calling me? and that is now" anyways i took the call and heard someone's cry . it hurts when i heard him crying his heart out " la.. lara" he couldn't speak " everything is gone" he said . i couldn't get what he means " what you mean cane what happened" i said " she left me, i can't live anymore " he cried" what you mean who's gone, where are you tell me I'll come " i said
" please come here i need you " he said . i couldn't listen him crying anymore . i took my keys and left . i hope nothing bad happened i was praying
Few minutes later i arrived at his house i ring the bell and wait for him to open the door. as soon as he opened the door . i saw his hair was messed up, his eyes were red due to crying, his nose was pink and he still had tears in his eyes , he was looking messed up. he hugged me tightly. i couldn't make it what happened to him and i couldn't find diana too so i just hugged him back
" what happened cane tell me " i said while hugging him back
he broke the hug and said " she left me lara .. she left me for forever, what I'll do without her now , how I'll live without diana " he said and start crying again
" why , where she's gone , " i asked
" she had accident and doctor said she left me for forever, i don't trust them , everybody is lying" he said and slid down to the floor
" i couldn't keep my balance and sit down next to him and hugged him" i was crying too now . i never wanted him to feel this way . i never wanted his happiness to disappear.
" don't cry cane I'm here with you "
" please you aren't gonna leave me too right? please stay" he said looking at me i couldn't control my tears and said " I won't , I won't leave you ever"
2 MONTHS LATER
Tears were in my eyes, i saw him sleeping. oh how peaceful he looks when he's sleeping. but when he's awake he's just a body without soul. I'm practically living here now . he doesn't let me leave . i just felt like he's using me again to escape from reality just like how he used me my whole life. everytime he had break up he used to come to me and like idiot i gave him my shoulder to cry, every exams he used to go out and i made his notes, i did everything for him to love me back and look at me with love , i always thought that maybe one day he'll love me but why he never saw my love , does my love is not strong enough that you never felt ? i stood up and left his room . i went to balcony and stare at the night sky . when i was finally moving on he dragged me down to himself again. he just never let me gonna move on from himself. that's the price I'm paying for loving him .
A WEEK LATER
" ugh I'm done " i said stretching out my arms in air " I'll probably go now" i said my coworker and she nodded
i went to parking lot and started my car and moved to cane's house i didn't went his house yesterday so i will probably make him dinner too
Few minutes later i arrived at his house and opened the door with the given key . it was so quiet. unusual then other days i didn't see cane too. i went to his room to cheak on him . he wasn't there suddenly i heard water running out in bathroom i went close to it and opened the door and instantly regret it the scene in front of me took my breath away. i frozen in my place. there laying cane in bathtub full with blood . i don't know what happened to me that i didn't cried. i just stare scene in front of me. he used me again. he never really cared about me . he only cared about himself, his love, his happiness, and in the end he only cared about his peace and left me without thinking about me . i closed the door and slid down and stare In front of me and found a note in nightstand i quickly took that note and read it
To Lara,
I'm sorry Lara i can't keep going like this. it always felt like alone . it always felt something is missing. that something is diana. i never imagined my life without her. and this sudden incident i can't take it anymore . I loved her so much. i miss her so much. that I want go to her. I'm not you Lara I'm not you who can live without his love I'm not strong as you. I'm sorry for being a bad friend. I'm sorry for everything. I'm glad that i met you. I'm glad that you were my best friend. and you always will be my best friend
Cane
the note slipped from my hand. why couldn't i get this little thing in my mind that i was always his best friend. just best friend. And i could never been his lover. my eyes get teary. this is probably last time I'm gonna cry for you cane and that day i cried hard for him and my love that there was no tears left to cry anymore
Cutting it close, busy irl 
Hope everyone enjoys 
Hope everyone enjoys My wine glass tipped in my listless fingers, and I caught it with a gasp. Shaking my head, I set it down on the bureau beside me. Everyone thinks you're crazy, I chastised myself. Am I not? Sitting here in the window in the dark.
I frowned, trying to clear my thoughts, and coaxed the window open wider. The gibbous moon shone brightly, giving the foggy city below an ethereal gloom. A bit of mist great through, chilling me in my thin shirt. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of smoke and champagne. A laugh echoed far off, and I smiled despite myself. There were still stragglers about this early morning hour, just now leaving the ball I'd fled from hours ago.
The memory was ripe in my mind like a fresh cut lemon - sweet but bitter all the same. Everything was bright and shiny there tonight - the lights cascading like a waterfall of stars, the music swaying like the rise and fall of wind. The men in their sharp, dark suits, the ladies in their glittering, dazzling gowns, and the pop of colors of everyone in-between. Everyone there was glorious, everyone was beautiful, everyone had someone else.
The memory flickered and the dreamy smile crumbled from my face. I reached again for the wine glass. All I'd wanted was one dance, just a few special minutes with someone I could pretend was special. To pretend I was special, to pretend I was anything other than miserably, utterly alone. Love and happiness had been thick in the air - the one thing I wanted, the one thing I'd never have.
I stood suddenly, the wine glass dropping again from my fingers. I noticed it shatter somewhere distant in my mind, but suddenly my fingers were a-fervor. I flicked a match to light my stubby candle, it's wick near the end of its life. I rummaged through my drawers frantically, finally procuring a sheet of parchment, some ink, a quill. Thoughts running too fast to think, hands shaking in urgency, I dipped and scratched:
My dearest Love,
How long must I wait to meet you, how far must I search? Already half the world, yet still you evade me. I think I see you sometimes, in a set of eyes, a shock of hair. Puddles of rain and stars of night are your reflections. Your voice echoes from beyond, whispers, reassures. Just a bit longer, you promise. But this life is so fast, so alive, so alone. This world is full of twos and broken pieces. Where do I find another whole like me? Everyone I search is just another shard.
Where are you, my love, where could you be? I'd sail the skies and swim the seas if I'd thought you be there. I weary of this world. How tiring it is to love not the form but the soul. How impossible it seems to search the billions of vessels you could be. I resign, I say, I resign. If we're meant to be, you come find me.
My candle sputtered and went out, it's life finally spent. Quickly, I folded and sealed my note with the fast drying wax. Over to my wardrobe, where I open the drawers far too fast. A box fell onto my head, it's lid coming off and spilling folded sheets of parchment everywhere. Ignoring them, I reached for what I'd stored in the back. A teeny, tiny box, the last remnant of my sanity. Back to the window, by the light of the moon, my fingers continued folding until in my hand I held a paper butterfly. So small, so delicate, so much like myself.
Taking my tiny box, I removed the lid and upended it's contents onto my creation. Glittering, golden dust, dazzling in the moonlight. I blew softly, and the butterfly opened and closed its wings.
Climbing onto the sill, I held out my hand. Away it flew, orange and black, following the hundreds that had gone before it. I closed my eyes and inhaled, knowing it would never return.
I frowned, trying to clear my thoughts, and coaxed the window open wider. The gibbous moon shone brightly, giving the foggy city below an ethereal gloom. A bit of mist great through, chilling me in my thin shirt. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of smoke and champagne. A laugh echoed far off, and I smiled despite myself. There were still stragglers about this early morning hour, just now leaving the ball I'd fled from hours ago.
The memory was ripe in my mind like a fresh cut lemon - sweet but bitter all the same. Everything was bright and shiny there tonight - the lights cascading like a waterfall of stars, the music swaying like the rise and fall of wind. The men in their sharp, dark suits, the ladies in their glittering, dazzling gowns, and the pop of colors of everyone in-between. Everyone there was glorious, everyone was beautiful, everyone had someone else.
The memory flickered and the dreamy smile crumbled from my face. I reached again for the wine glass. All I'd wanted was one dance, just a few special minutes with someone I could pretend was special. To pretend I was special, to pretend I was anything other than miserably, utterly alone. Love and happiness had been thick in the air - the one thing I wanted, the one thing I'd never have.
I stood suddenly, the wine glass dropping again from my fingers. I noticed it shatter somewhere distant in my mind, but suddenly my fingers were a-fervor. I flicked a match to light my stubby candle, it's wick near the end of its life. I rummaged through my drawers frantically, finally procuring a sheet of parchment, some ink, a quill. Thoughts running too fast to think, hands shaking in urgency, I dipped and scratched:
My dearest Love,
How long must I wait to meet you, how far must I search? Already half the world, yet still you evade me. I think I see you sometimes, in a set of eyes, a shock of hair. Puddles of rain and stars of night are your reflections. Your voice echoes from beyond, whispers, reassures. Just a bit longer, you promise. But this life is so fast, so alive, so alone. This world is full of twos and broken pieces. Where do I find another whole like me? Everyone I search is just another shard.
Where are you, my love, where could you be? I'd sail the skies and swim the seas if I'd thought you be there. I weary of this world. How tiring it is to love not the form but the soul. How impossible it seems to search the billions of vessels you could be. I resign, I say, I resign. If we're meant to be, you come find me.
My candle sputtered and went out, it's life finally spent. Quickly, I folded and sealed my note with the fast drying wax. Over to my wardrobe, where I open the drawers far too fast. A box fell onto my head, it's lid coming off and spilling folded sheets of parchment everywhere. Ignoring them, I reached for what I'd stored in the back. A teeny, tiny box, the last remnant of my sanity. Back to the window, by the light of the moon, my fingers continued folding until in my hand I held a paper butterfly. So small, so delicate, so much like myself.
Taking my tiny box, I removed the lid and upended it's contents onto my creation. Glittering, golden dust, dazzling in the moonlight. I blew softly, and the butterfly opened and closed its wings.
Climbing onto the sill, I held out my hand. Away it flew, orange and black, following the hundreds that had gone before it. I closed my eyes and inhaled, knowing it would never return.
idk if it meets the criteria but..
The love I decided to let go of
The moon was shining brighter than the angels in heaven as she stood by the sea. Her gorgeous long hair fluttered in the gentle wind. Even if the dress she had previously forgotten fit her perfectly, it made no difference. As she made a choice that would permanently alter her heart, tears streamed down her tanned skin.
Was it love? No. It couldnât be; she battled with her emotions. The love she felt was real, despite her head's efforts to convince her otherwise. She had allowed herself to become entrapped in an illusion. Though she was aware. She understood that her heart felt everything, despite her best efforts to persuade her mind otherwise.
The waves that gently approached the shore and covered her feet were waterier than the honey-coloured pools in her eyes. Although the water was bitter, she didn't mind. She was lost. These feelings she thought sheâd never feel scared her. They overwhelmed her.
As the moon became bigger in the distance she fell to the ground. Sand covering her hands and the tears of her eyes falling in the depths of the salty ocean.
He had her heart. More than everything else, she loved him. Her heart ached for the love she felt. Although she knew it couldn't be, her soul was drawn to his. She had to resist giving in to her passion for him. Even when he wasn't there, she could still feel his presence.
He had her heart. She knew he was in love with her as well.
However these feelings she could never allow. Never would it work. She decided to choose heartache. Instead of letting his love mend her heart, she made the decision to break it. Instead of letting his hands wrap around her body like a blanket and shield her from all the misery she had ever experienced, she would much rather run. She had to resist it.
Was it love? This love felt right. It felt pure. It felt innocent. Her lips always formed a smile in his presence and when she tried to hide it her eyes always gave her away.
Whether it was during a ridiculous film or simply his gaze upon her eyes, she was happy. However, she knew that even if this love was the right love. Even if he was her soulmate, it was in the wrong universe and she couldnât change that. She knew she had to let go. Push herself away. Push him away.
She ultimately broke both herself and him. She was capable of breaking two hearts in an effort to protect herself and him. She hoped that maybe hers would recover. She could eventually find the right person. Maybe she'll find the next one to be the ideal fit. She let go and hoped.
Little did she know that even if her heart mended, his will forever be damaged. He allowed her in when his world was crumbled. When love for him was only a meaningless word laced with suffering. Absolute loss and abandonment.
Yet, when she entered his world, he saw light that his eyes had never gazed upon and felt warmth that ignited a fire in his heart. Feelings that he couldnât express and a love that made no sense.
She kept coming back despite his attempts to drive her away and reject her. He eventually realised that he had more thoughts about her than one should. She was his last and first thought. Her laugher and the sound of her name brought a grin to his face. He had fallen in love with someone he would never be able to have, but was unaware of this at the time. Eventually, he learned how to love a heart he would never be able to touch.
He ultimately decided to put her needs above his own and let go. Even though the words that had once left his lips wounded her and were words he could never take back. Breaking the cycle that brought her sorrow had to end. He simply wished that she knew how much he loved her.
In the end, he hoped that even if she wasn't his in this world, perhaps they had the kind of romance he had always imagined in another realm. In the end, he grew numb and forgot how one person gave the term "love" such depth. Only her name served as the key to permanently closing his heart.
She once questioned, "Do you love me?" He responded, "I do.
Pinky she asked? He spoke without hesitating, "Promise."
And so, thatâs how two hearts merged into one before rupturing into two.
THE END.
The love I decided to let go of
The moon was shining brighter than the angels in heaven as she stood by the sea. Her gorgeous long hair fluttered in the gentle wind. Even if the dress she had previously forgotten fit her perfectly, it made no difference. As she made a choice that would permanently alter her heart, tears streamed down her tanned skin.
Was it love? No. It couldnât be; she battled with her emotions. The love she felt was real, despite her head's efforts to convince her otherwise. She had allowed herself to become entrapped in an illusion. Though she was aware. She understood that her heart felt everything, despite her best efforts to persuade her mind otherwise.
The waves that gently approached the shore and covered her feet were waterier than the honey-coloured pools in her eyes. Although the water was bitter, she didn't mind. She was lost. These feelings she thought sheâd never feel scared her. They overwhelmed her.
As the moon became bigger in the distance she fell to the ground. Sand covering her hands and the tears of her eyes falling in the depths of the salty ocean.
He had her heart. More than everything else, she loved him. Her heart ached for the love she felt. Although she knew it couldn't be, her soul was drawn to his. She had to resist giving in to her passion for him. Even when he wasn't there, she could still feel his presence.
He had her heart. She knew he was in love with her as well.
However these feelings she could never allow. Never would it work. She decided to choose heartache. Instead of letting his love mend her heart, she made the decision to break it. Instead of letting his hands wrap around her body like a blanket and shield her from all the misery she had ever experienced, she would much rather run. She had to resist it.
Was it love? This love felt right. It felt pure. It felt innocent. Her lips always formed a smile in his presence and when she tried to hide it her eyes always gave her away.
Whether it was during a ridiculous film or simply his gaze upon her eyes, she was happy. However, she knew that even if this love was the right love. Even if he was her soulmate, it was in the wrong universe and she couldnât change that. She knew she had to let go. Push herself away. Push him away.
She ultimately broke both herself and him. She was capable of breaking two hearts in an effort to protect herself and him. She hoped that maybe hers would recover. She could eventually find the right person. Maybe she'll find the next one to be the ideal fit. She let go and hoped.
Little did she know that even if her heart mended, his will forever be damaged. He allowed her in when his world was crumbled. When love for him was only a meaningless word laced with suffering. Absolute loss and abandonment.
Yet, when she entered his world, he saw light that his eyes had never gazed upon and felt warmth that ignited a fire in his heart. Feelings that he couldnât express and a love that made no sense.
She kept coming back despite his attempts to drive her away and reject her. He eventually realised that he had more thoughts about her than one should. She was his last and first thought. Her laugher and the sound of her name brought a grin to his face. He had fallen in love with someone he would never be able to have, but was unaware of this at the time. Eventually, he learned how to love a heart he would never be able to touch.
He ultimately decided to put her needs above his own and let go. Even though the words that had once left his lips wounded her and were words he could never take back. Breaking the cycle that brought her sorrow had to end. He simply wished that she knew how much he loved her.
In the end, he hoped that even if she wasn't his in this world, perhaps they had the kind of romance he had always imagined in another realm. In the end, he grew numb and forgot how one person gave the term "love" such depth. Only her name served as the key to permanently closing his heart.
She once questioned, "Do you love me?" He responded, "I do.
Pinky she asked? He spoke without hesitating, "Promise."
And so, thatâs how two hearts merged into one before rupturing into two.
THE END.
Rykard the Vth had the misfortune of being born as the only child, and as such the heir of King Rykard the IVth, the ruthless commander of Hyedria, the most prosperous fae kingdom as far as the eyes reach. His mother, who he loved immensely, died under suspicious circumstances when he was just 5 years old, not long after his birthday and initiation in the art of war.
By 8, Richard has already mastered the sword, being able to keep up with the reigns best Illiryan soldiers.
By 10, he was thrown into his first battle.
By 13, he already had his hands covered by enemies blood.
He grew up on the battlefield, he breathed death, and accepted his fate without question. He loved his people and understood the sacrifices that keeping them safe required.
So when he was promised to marry an allies daughter, to unify their kingdoms, everybody was certain that Richard will, once again, oblige. And he probably would've, were not for having met the most beautiful young girl at the fair one day, and fell madly inlove.
What followed was a glorious summer filled with stolen kisses and promises of forever. There was only one issue: Amelia was the daughter of two lesser fairies, and that kind of connection with the low status was absolutely prohibited by the reigns laws.
Hearing about the arranged marriage, young Rykard confronted his father, refusing his orders and even threatening to elope with his beloved, resigning from the throne. Such disobedience left the cruel king with no other choice than to take matters into his own hands.
One day, pretending to want to make peace with his son and formally meet Amelia, the wicked fae invited both to a huge fest, where he also had his closest counselors present and opened the reception for his entire court, even the lesser fairies, thus advertising his inclusive nature of welcoming such union.
On the night of the fest, while laughter and excitement filled the ballroom, King Rykard, who was vigilantly watching the party from his throne, surrounded by his counselors, makes signal for his son and Amelia to approach. As a symbol of his acceptance of their love, the King presents the fairie with a calice of their best wine, one that was otherwise not available for the lower ranks.
The innocent girl was so stunned by the exceptional offer, and the fact that the King was truly trying to accept her union with his son that took the calice and drank quickly, without a second thought. But the wine was in reality strigoi blood, notoriously poisonous and provoking instant death. The whole reign watched as Amelia fell down the stairs into her lover's arms, breathless. The King, sided by the counselors, turned his attention to the crowd, and said: Let it be known, this is the faith of whoever dares to go against my will, and the rules of this kingdom. Nobody is above my word, not even my own blood.
For the years to come, the young Rykard's heart grew harder and colder, as he patiently waited for the perfect opportunity to revenge his lover's cruel death. He threw himself into the battlefield even more, made allies with the most horrendous and mortiferous creatures, becoming so notoriously violent that by the age of 16, he was feared in all 7 kingdoms. Secretly, he poisoned his father for years, sneaking little amounts of strigoi blood into his drinks, weakening him enough for the King to finally decide it was time to pass him the kingdom.
The day of coronation has come, and the soon to be king summoned an urgent meeting with his father and his counselors in one of the castle's dungeons. When they arrived at the unusual place, what they found was horrifying. In the middle of the stone cold room, Rykard was standing next to a throne made of thorns and roses, occupied by a mummy. The skeleton was wearing a white bride's dress, and an onyx ring was placed on her right hand.
They recognized it as being the symbol of the lesser fairies, and instantly knew the mummy in front of them was the long dead Amelia.
Before they could turn around and leave or even speak, Rykard let them know they're not alone and a dozen of the best trained assassin creatures were hiding in the shadows, ready to shred them into pieces at his command, if they don't follow his orders.
This was a carefully and patiently awaited moment, so Rykard took his time to enjoy the planned revenge. He asked for the counselors to kiss his bride's ring, one by one, kneeling in front of her, last of which his father. They reluctantly obligated, aware of their faith if doing otherwise. The old and decrepit king, already haunted by hallucinations of his own demons, began talking to Amelia's corpse, as if holding a conversation. Surprisingly, he reached into one of his boots and flaunting a small dagger, he stabbed himself in the heart with it, his blood dripping over the corpse's white dress.
Rykard, who secretly been commanding his father of doing this sacrifice when time came, every night while the old king was feverish and convinced he was hearing God's voice, then turned to the frightened council and said: Let it be known, this is the faith of whoever dares to go against my will, and the rules of this kingdom. Nobody is above my word, not even my own blood. From this day on, you will serve me and my bride, your Queen.
Convinced that the young king has lost his mind to despair over the years, and considering how cruel and morbid his actions have become, a few days later the counselors broke into his chambers and killed him.
Rykard's and Amelia's bodies have been buried together, facing each other, so they could be the first thing they see when the couple would wake up in the afterlife and in their people's folklore it's been said that every year, Hyedria's skies turn red on the night of Amelia's death, and white roses erupt from their resting place, envolving both of the tombs in thorns and roses.
By 8, Richard has already mastered the sword, being able to keep up with the reigns best Illiryan soldiers.
By 10, he was thrown into his first battle.
By 13, he already had his hands covered by enemies blood.
He grew up on the battlefield, he breathed death, and accepted his fate without question. He loved his people and understood the sacrifices that keeping them safe required.
So when he was promised to marry an allies daughter, to unify their kingdoms, everybody was certain that Richard will, once again, oblige. And he probably would've, were not for having met the most beautiful young girl at the fair one day, and fell madly inlove.
What followed was a glorious summer filled with stolen kisses and promises of forever. There was only one issue: Amelia was the daughter of two lesser fairies, and that kind of connection with the low status was absolutely prohibited by the reigns laws.
Hearing about the arranged marriage, young Rykard confronted his father, refusing his orders and even threatening to elope with his beloved, resigning from the throne. Such disobedience left the cruel king with no other choice than to take matters into his own hands.
One day, pretending to want to make peace with his son and formally meet Amelia, the wicked fae invited both to a huge fest, where he also had his closest counselors present and opened the reception for his entire court, even the lesser fairies, thus advertising his inclusive nature of welcoming such union.
On the night of the fest, while laughter and excitement filled the ballroom, King Rykard, who was vigilantly watching the party from his throne, surrounded by his counselors, makes signal for his son and Amelia to approach. As a symbol of his acceptance of their love, the King presents the fairie with a calice of their best wine, one that was otherwise not available for the lower ranks.
The innocent girl was so stunned by the exceptional offer, and the fact that the King was truly trying to accept her union with his son that took the calice and drank quickly, without a second thought. But the wine was in reality strigoi blood, notoriously poisonous and provoking instant death. The whole reign watched as Amelia fell down the stairs into her lover's arms, breathless. The King, sided by the counselors, turned his attention to the crowd, and said: Let it be known, this is the faith of whoever dares to go against my will, and the rules of this kingdom. Nobody is above my word, not even my own blood.
For the years to come, the young Rykard's heart grew harder and colder, as he patiently waited for the perfect opportunity to revenge his lover's cruel death. He threw himself into the battlefield even more, made allies with the most horrendous and mortiferous creatures, becoming so notoriously violent that by the age of 16, he was feared in all 7 kingdoms. Secretly, he poisoned his father for years, sneaking little amounts of strigoi blood into his drinks, weakening him enough for the King to finally decide it was time to pass him the kingdom.
The day of coronation has come, and the soon to be king summoned an urgent meeting with his father and his counselors in one of the castle's dungeons. When they arrived at the unusual place, what they found was horrifying. In the middle of the stone cold room, Rykard was standing next to a throne made of thorns and roses, occupied by a mummy. The skeleton was wearing a white bride's dress, and an onyx ring was placed on her right hand.
They recognized it as being the symbol of the lesser fairies, and instantly knew the mummy in front of them was the long dead Amelia.
Before they could turn around and leave or even speak, Rykard let them know they're not alone and a dozen of the best trained assassin creatures were hiding in the shadows, ready to shred them into pieces at his command, if they don't follow his orders.
This was a carefully and patiently awaited moment, so Rykard took his time to enjoy the planned revenge. He asked for the counselors to kiss his bride's ring, one by one, kneeling in front of her, last of which his father. They reluctantly obligated, aware of their faith if doing otherwise. The old and decrepit king, already haunted by hallucinations of his own demons, began talking to Amelia's corpse, as if holding a conversation. Surprisingly, he reached into one of his boots and flaunting a small dagger, he stabbed himself in the heart with it, his blood dripping over the corpse's white dress.
Rykard, who secretly been commanding his father of doing this sacrifice when time came, every night while the old king was feverish and convinced he was hearing God's voice, then turned to the frightened council and said: Let it be known, this is the faith of whoever dares to go against my will, and the rules of this kingdom. Nobody is above my word, not even my own blood. From this day on, you will serve me and my bride, your Queen.
Convinced that the young king has lost his mind to despair over the years, and considering how cruel and morbid his actions have become, a few days later the counselors broke into his chambers and killed him.
Rykard's and Amelia's bodies have been buried together, facing each other, so they could be the first thing they see when the couple would wake up in the afterlife and in their people's folklore it's been said that every year, Hyedria's skies turn red on the night of Amelia's death, and white roses erupt from their resting place, envolving both of the tombs in thorns and roses.
He's Not Yours
He's not yours, but you want him anyway. You're not quite sure what possessed you, what world froze over for you to want something like that, like him, but you do. You're half convinced he's the Devil, the way his eyes smolder at you, like you breathe some feral spark in him to life; dangerous. Maybe it's the way your heart races in his presence that does it, pulse hammering away in your neck, your palms. He can hear it and you know it, eyes always falling to gaze at his lips when he does because they twitch into this horrible little smirk. It doesn't look horrible but it is horrible. Horrible because it wouldn't matter if someone had a knife to your throat, you wouldn't be able to look away, that blade could even puncture you, kill you and your entire focus would be on those lips. His lips. His stupid horrible lips.
It's worse because despite knowing better than to mess with boys like him, you can't help but to imagine them against your own â or against you in general; petals against flesh. But he doesn't have to kiss you, the thought of it alone is enough to wind you up. Or touch⊠he just needs to touch you and you become some dancing bolt of electricity, catering to whatever whim or fancy he has in store for you tonight. Oh, and you live for those nights, those days, those minutes when you catch yourself in the same place, at the same time; paperwork scattering over your desk in the heat of the moment â if he'll acknowledge you at all. And sometimes he doesn't. He'll keep you waiting, make you panic. Because at any moment, you know he could drop you and find someone else. Not that he's yours, but you so wish he was.
You're addicted to him and it's exactly what he wants, and he's exactly what you want... but you can't tell him that. He'd leave, you know he will, and you won't risk losing what little you have. So when he comes around again, you bury those thoughts away inside you, lose yourself in the friction of your bodies, in every hitched breath, every moan. There are just some things people aren't meant to know. And he can never know. He's not yours but in a small, secretive sort of way, he is.
He's not yours, but you want him anyway. You're not quite sure what possessed you, what world froze over for you to want something like that, like him, but you do. You're half convinced he's the Devil, the way his eyes smolder at you, like you breathe some feral spark in him to life; dangerous. Maybe it's the way your heart races in his presence that does it, pulse hammering away in your neck, your palms. He can hear it and you know it, eyes always falling to gaze at his lips when he does because they twitch into this horrible little smirk. It doesn't look horrible but it is horrible. Horrible because it wouldn't matter if someone had a knife to your throat, you wouldn't be able to look away, that blade could even puncture you, kill you and your entire focus would be on those lips. His lips. His stupid horrible lips.
It's worse because despite knowing better than to mess with boys like him, you can't help but to imagine them against your own â or against you in general; petals against flesh. But he doesn't have to kiss you, the thought of it alone is enough to wind you up. Or touch⊠he just needs to touch you and you become some dancing bolt of electricity, catering to whatever whim or fancy he has in store for you tonight. Oh, and you live for those nights, those days, those minutes when you catch yourself in the same place, at the same time; paperwork scattering over your desk in the heat of the moment â if he'll acknowledge you at all. And sometimes he doesn't. He'll keep you waiting, make you panic. Because at any moment, you know he could drop you and find someone else. Not that he's yours, but you so wish he was.
You're addicted to him and it's exactly what he wants, and he's exactly what you want... but you can't tell him that. He'd leave, you know he will, and you won't risk losing what little you have. So when he comes around again, you bury those thoughts away inside you, lose yourself in the friction of your bodies, in every hitched breath, every moan. There are just some things people aren't meant to know. And he can never know. He's not yours but in a small, secretive sort of way, he is.
SIR TATS HOT HELLO-
10 years ago
- Stupid Malcom and his stupid birthday party!! Uggghhh, I hate him so much!!
Calm down sweetheart, it's not his fault his birthday just happens to be the same as yours. Come now, the Willders are our best neighbors, you should try to make an effort to be nice to their kid.
- Nice? Mom, he's nothing but an arrogant ass whose only reason for not failing school is that he's the captain of the soccer team and his parents are rich enough to donate big. Why do you even want to be friends with such snob neighbors?
- That's not a nice thing to say, Emily. we can't judge people's character by the amount of money they have. In fact, Mr Willlder was kind enough to get your dad an interview at his company just this morning. Susan is the only one who enjoys bingo nights as much as I do. So please, don't be too harsh on the young boy just because your schoolmates decided to go to his party instead. Your cousins traveled from far to be with you, and a girls only sleepover is just as fun.
- Ugghhh alright, alright - I sighted defeated, turning my glare from the window, from where I could already see the parade of cars arriving to drop familiar faces off. Malcom was standing at the door, next to his parents, greeting everybody with a smug grin. He was wearing an obnoxiously expensive looking tailored dark blue polo over a while shirt and caqui pants with ridiculous sailor sneakers. I internally gagged. Another year, another win for Malcom. God, I hardly wait to get out of this stupid suburbs, somewhere so far away from him that I could finally celebrate my birthday in peace.
- Plus, if you say he is struggling with school, maybe you could help him out some time? Who knows, you might even become friends, God knows you don't have a lot of those, spending your every hour with your nose in the books.
Present days
Today is the first day of the rest of my independent, far from the bleach Malcom filled Hollowville, life. I was cheerfully checking out the campus of my new home for the next few years, MIT. As I turned around the corner, distractedly inspecting the map I was given at the Info Center, I didn't even notice the big puddle in the middle of the pavement until I lost my balance and almost fell, wasn't for these larged tattooed arms that were now holding me tight.
- Hey, careful, careful! Are you ok? A warm male voice whispered at the back of my head, while I was steadying myself.
I turned around, slightly embarrassed and bothered, just to stand face to face with the last person I ever thought I would find here. In fact, the very person I was trying hard to escape my whole life.
Malcom was starring at me amused, his signature grin plastered on his face. I reluctantly noticed how much he had grown, being almost a head above me, and how much more broader his shoulders were. His eyes, however, held the same familiar shade of deep blue. And darn those dimples!
After a few seconds of pure shock, I managed to gain my composure and face him.
- Oh, you. What are you doing here, Malcom?
- I... uhm... he trailed off, looking around as if hiding from someone. You were on your way to the library, yes? I'll come with you, we can catch up there.
- How did you - before I could finish the question, Malcom grabbed my hand, intertwining his long fingers with mine, and dragged me along.
My 5tf4 self had to rush to keep up the pace, and it wasn't until few minutes later that he slowed down, noticing my frustration.
- It's right around the corner, Emily...I promise I'll explain everything. he offered, with a calmer tone.
Reaching the astonishing library, our steps fell into place, and I got so absorbed by the trillion of books and breathtaking art around me that I forgot who was now holding my hand, paciently guiding me through the corridors, in silence.
Neither of us talked until after we reached an area where we were alone.
Suddenly, Malcom placed each of his arms on my sides, pinning me against one of the bookcases. With my heart suddently beating fast, I expectantly awaited him to make a move or say something. Instead, Malcom closed his eyes and let out a painfully deep sigh, then rested his forehead against mine. We were too close, so dangerously close that I could hear his heartbeats, and the warm breathe coming from his nostrils was now caressing my cheek. Flustered, I broke that too intimate moment first, pushing him away to create a much needed space between us.
- What is happening Malc? What are you doing here and why are you acting so strange?
- Yes, yes, I guess I promised you I would explain. I think you need to sit down. Please.
- You're scaring me Malc. Did something happened to my mom? Did she tell you to come get me?
- Noo, nothing like that Em. I'm sorry I have worried you. First of all, I'm here because I study here. Soccer scholarship, remember? Anyways, coach Turner gave me several uni options and well, I picked this one.
- Oh goodie. Of course that's just my luck.
- Hey now, as if you're not secretly happy to see me.
- Actually, not even a little bit.
- Really? Huh, your blushed cheeks and those perked up breasts behind your shirt tell me otherwise.
- That's ... that's only you rushed me so fast as if you were running from someone. Not my fault you have giant legs! I replied embarrassed, covering myself.
- Oh, so you WERE checking me out huh? Did you find anything you liked?
- Why here, from all the places you could've gone, all the universities who could've accepted you...
- Because, Em... Suddenly his earlier devilish disposition changed and his features became serious. The way he kept saying my name, as if it was his most precious belonging, confused the heck out of me.
- Tell me.
- I knew you were here and I ... He closed his eyes, pinching the top of his nose, turning around. I know you never liked me much, growing up. You always resented me for stealing your birthdays and acting all arrogant and snobbish. And maybe I was, Em. Maybe my 15yo teen self was just stupid. Too dumb and spoiled to ever be good enough for someone like you.
- Someone like me? But ... why would you want that? I thought you hated me.
- Hated you? Em, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I hoped one day you will come to one of my parties? Because I did, year after year. I would pretend that the birthday party was actually ours, even asked my mom to find out what your favorite food was and colors so I could decorate it for you. But you never came. I could see you, Em. At the window, starring. Year after year I would stand there, outside, so you could see me. So you would want to come to me.
- Malc ... Without realizing, I had started to walk towards him. Reaching the place he was standing, I gently placed my arms on his shoulders. I never knew, Malc. I think I was standing by the window waiting to see you too.
- You did?
- And when you would show up, with that stupid grin and adorable dimples, I ... maybe I did wished you would invite me. Maybe that's what it was ... not resentment, jealousy. Hurt. I felt out of your league for so long!
- And now? Please tell me, how do you feel about us now, Em? He pleaded as he finally turned to face me, adoration in his eyes.
- I feel... I wish I could go back in time, I wish I was 10yrs old again, freshly moved into the house across this handsome cocky guy ... and I wish I could've been bold enough to cross the street that evening and knock at your door.
I really missed you, Malcom. All these years, all this time, I missed you.
- I'm here now. You don't have to miss me anymore. You know, it's our birthday tomorrow... Would you like to finally spend it together, my sweet, loved, Emily?
- I would like nothing more than to spend a lifetime of birthdays together. â€
**credit roll while they kiss**
The End
- Stupid Malcom and his stupid birthday party!! Uggghhh, I hate him so much!!
Calm down sweetheart, it's not his fault his birthday just happens to be the same as yours. Come now, the Willders are our best neighbors, you should try to make an effort to be nice to their kid.
- Nice? Mom, he's nothing but an arrogant ass whose only reason for not failing school is that he's the captain of the soccer team and his parents are rich enough to donate big. Why do you even want to be friends with such snob neighbors?
- That's not a nice thing to say, Emily. we can't judge people's character by the amount of money they have. In fact, Mr Willlder was kind enough to get your dad an interview at his company just this morning. Susan is the only one who enjoys bingo nights as much as I do. So please, don't be too harsh on the young boy just because your schoolmates decided to go to his party instead. Your cousins traveled from far to be with you, and a girls only sleepover is just as fun.
- Ugghhh alright, alright - I sighted defeated, turning my glare from the window, from where I could already see the parade of cars arriving to drop familiar faces off. Malcom was standing at the door, next to his parents, greeting everybody with a smug grin. He was wearing an obnoxiously expensive looking tailored dark blue polo over a while shirt and caqui pants with ridiculous sailor sneakers. I internally gagged. Another year, another win for Malcom. God, I hardly wait to get out of this stupid suburbs, somewhere so far away from him that I could finally celebrate my birthday in peace.
- Plus, if you say he is struggling with school, maybe you could help him out some time? Who knows, you might even become friends, God knows you don't have a lot of those, spending your every hour with your nose in the books.
Present days
Today is the first day of the rest of my independent, far from the bleach Malcom filled Hollowville, life. I was cheerfully checking out the campus of my new home for the next few years, MIT. As I turned around the corner, distractedly inspecting the map I was given at the Info Center, I didn't even notice the big puddle in the middle of the pavement until I lost my balance and almost fell, wasn't for these larged tattooed arms that were now holding me tight.
- Hey, careful, careful! Are you ok? A warm male voice whispered at the back of my head, while I was steadying myself.
I turned around, slightly embarrassed and bothered, just to stand face to face with the last person I ever thought I would find here. In fact, the very person I was trying hard to escape my whole life.
Malcom was starring at me amused, his signature grin plastered on his face. I reluctantly noticed how much he had grown, being almost a head above me, and how much more broader his shoulders were. His eyes, however, held the same familiar shade of deep blue. And darn those dimples!
After a few seconds of pure shock, I managed to gain my composure and face him.
- Oh, you. What are you doing here, Malcom?
- I... uhm... he trailed off, looking around as if hiding from someone. You were on your way to the library, yes? I'll come with you, we can catch up there.
- How did you - before I could finish the question, Malcom grabbed my hand, intertwining his long fingers with mine, and dragged me along.
My 5tf4 self had to rush to keep up the pace, and it wasn't until few minutes later that he slowed down, noticing my frustration.
- It's right around the corner, Emily...I promise I'll explain everything. he offered, with a calmer tone.
Reaching the astonishing library, our steps fell into place, and I got so absorbed by the trillion of books and breathtaking art around me that I forgot who was now holding my hand, paciently guiding me through the corridors, in silence.
Neither of us talked until after we reached an area where we were alone.
Suddenly, Malcom placed each of his arms on my sides, pinning me against one of the bookcases. With my heart suddently beating fast, I expectantly awaited him to make a move or say something. Instead, Malcom closed his eyes and let out a painfully deep sigh, then rested his forehead against mine. We were too close, so dangerously close that I could hear his heartbeats, and the warm breathe coming from his nostrils was now caressing my cheek. Flustered, I broke that too intimate moment first, pushing him away to create a much needed space between us.
- What is happening Malc? What are you doing here and why are you acting so strange?
- Yes, yes, I guess I promised you I would explain. I think you need to sit down. Please.
- You're scaring me Malc. Did something happened to my mom? Did she tell you to come get me?
- Noo, nothing like that Em. I'm sorry I have worried you. First of all, I'm here because I study here. Soccer scholarship, remember? Anyways, coach Turner gave me several uni options and well, I picked this one.
- Oh goodie. Of course that's just my luck.
- Hey now, as if you're not secretly happy to see me.
- Actually, not even a little bit.
- Really? Huh, your blushed cheeks and those perked up breasts behind your shirt tell me otherwise.
- That's ... that's only you rushed me so fast as if you were running from someone. Not my fault you have giant legs! I replied embarrassed, covering myself.
- Oh, so you WERE checking me out huh? Did you find anything you liked?
- Why here, from all the places you could've gone, all the universities who could've accepted you...
- Because, Em... Suddenly his earlier devilish disposition changed and his features became serious. The way he kept saying my name, as if it was his most precious belonging, confused the heck out of me.
- Tell me.
- I knew you were here and I ... He closed his eyes, pinching the top of his nose, turning around. I know you never liked me much, growing up. You always resented me for stealing your birthdays and acting all arrogant and snobbish. And maybe I was, Em. Maybe my 15yo teen self was just stupid. Too dumb and spoiled to ever be good enough for someone like you.
- Someone like me? But ... why would you want that? I thought you hated me.
- Hated you? Em, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I hoped one day you will come to one of my parties? Because I did, year after year. I would pretend that the birthday party was actually ours, even asked my mom to find out what your favorite food was and colors so I could decorate it for you. But you never came. I could see you, Em. At the window, starring. Year after year I would stand there, outside, so you could see me. So you would want to come to me.
- Malc ... Without realizing, I had started to walk towards him. Reaching the place he was standing, I gently placed my arms on his shoulders. I never knew, Malc. I think I was standing by the window waiting to see you too.
- You did?
- And when you would show up, with that stupid grin and adorable dimples, I ... maybe I did wished you would invite me. Maybe that's what it was ... not resentment, jealousy. Hurt. I felt out of your league for so long!
- And now? Please tell me, how do you feel about us now, Em? He pleaded as he finally turned to face me, adoration in his eyes.
- I feel... I wish I could go back in time, I wish I was 10yrs old again, freshly moved into the house across this handsome cocky guy ... and I wish I could've been bold enough to cross the street that evening and knock at your door.
I really missed you, Malcom. All these years, all this time, I missed you.
- I'm here now. You don't have to miss me anymore. You know, it's our birthday tomorrow... Would you like to finally spend it together, my sweet, loved, Emily?
- I would like nothing more than to spend a lifetime of birthdays together. â€
**credit roll while they kiss**
The End
Twixx_Lover
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Fuyumi held back her younger sibling's hair as the poor girl dry heaved over the porcelain before her. She began to rub small circles into her back, hoping it would soothe the young girl. "There, there. It's almost over," she tried, although her voice broke a bit in the process. The young lady took a deep breath, still holding onto her elder sister for dear life. "Sorry about this." Using the back of her hand, she wipes away some of the sickly pale blood that clung to her cheek. The younger girl looked up at her sister from beneath long, curly iridescent locks. "Thanks, YumiâŠyou don't need to do all this for me though," she frowned and reached out to grab one of Fuyumi's hands. She smiled kindly and ruffled the girl's soft, pastel hair. "We're sisters, aren't we? I'll always be here to help you." Celeste frowned deeper as she adjusted to sit more comfortably on the bathroom floor. "Still, you shouldn't miss out on your date night simply because of me."
"It's not really that big of a deal," Fuyumi replied, gently tugging her arm back so she could wipe the rest of the dried blood off her face with a moist towel from the bathroom cabinet. She sighed quietly. "Honestly, if anyone deserves to get a nice dinner out with their boyfriend on Valentine's Day, it's you. You're such an amazing person, Celeste." She chuckled softly from her spot on the floor. "I mean it, you're kind, sweet, gentle, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you." Fuyumi smiled wistfully and brushed the loose hair over the youngest's forehead. "I'm honestly jealous of you."
"That's kinda hard to believe, with how pretty you are, but thank you. That means a lot coming from you." Celeste smiled bashfully and turned away. "I love you, sis. Thank you for everything." They sat still for a bit, while Fuyumi dabbed gently at her face and neck until her nausea subsided. As she sat there with her eyes closed, the older of the two felt her heart breaking at the sight before her. Once vibrant, chocolate skin was now pale and ashen. Ragged and pained breaths and gasps fell past cracked lips. Their family had known for a while about the disease. But try as they might to help, she was adamant that she would handle the situation herself. She said it was easier. But despite their best efforts, the disease seemed to spread so fast.
In barely a couple weeks, the first symptom had appeared. From that day on, the sickness progressed. It wasn't long before everything spiraled for the poor, unfortunate soul. The whole thing was enough to leave a bitter taste in their mouths. When she was ready, the stony-eyed girl helped the other onto her feet. As they shuffled from the bathroom, Fuyumi noticed how Celeste held on tightly to a delicate yellow and red flower. When she was feeling better, they wandered into the kitchen to help Shoto and Natsu prepare dinner. Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsu decided to invite their significant others over to the house for a big dinner. Natsu had opposed the idea, heavily at first, given the current situation, but with some reassurance, the boy had caved. Reluctantly, he relented. He even suggested some movies to make sure everything ran smoothly. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.
Celeste and Fuyumi were seated at the kitchen island, chatting happily about various topics when Touya and Keigo entered. "Hey, everyone, how's my favorite little sis doing? Still feeling sick?" Touya asked as the duo approached them with Natsu hot on his heels. His smile faltered slightly when he noticed the grim expression on everyone's faces. "I'll take that as a yes. Are you okay," he asked. Waving a hand at him, she throws a weak smile his way. "I'll live." Shoto silently motioned his brother closer, while Keigo sat at the island to talk with the two sisters. Hushed whispers were shared, but Celeste knew they were talking about her. She felt bad for making them worry so much. Her pale eyes drifted over to her brother's best friend, and practically felt the flowers blooming in her lungs as she gazed at him. She desperately wanted to tell Keigo how she felt, to show him the little blossom tucked away in her skirt pocket. If only she dared to actually do that. Keigo's eyes never left Celeste's as they all talked. He paused, taking note of the dark bags under her eyes, the slight slump in her shoulders. "Hey, hummingbird," he started, "you sure you're okay? You look tired." Celeste nodded. "Yea, I'm fine." Her words were clipped and monotone and came out stiffly. "I'm going to take a nap, please enjoy dinner," Celeste added, forcing a halfhearted smile. She pushed herself up from her chair and walked upstairs quickly, she knew if he asked her to stay she would. Closing her bedroom door behind her, Celeste climbed into bed, pulling the flowers out of her dress pocket. They were wilting slightly, but still lovely enough to admire. She curled herself around them as she lay staring at the wall above her bed. A wave of grief crashed over her, bringing tears to her eyes, as thoughts of her love filled her mind. She remembered well when she first fell in love with the male. For weeks she planned on telling him, and for weeks she worked on her confession. But he had begun dating someone, and it seemed to be serious. After a while, she gave up all hope of confessing her love. No matter how he looked at her and held her close. No matter how long they spent talking to one another about their hopes and dreams. None of this mattered. As she lay in bed among the field of primroses she laughed. It was a laugh filled with pain and heartache. At the end of the day, he would never see her as anything more than his best friend's little sister. Keigo would never love her back.
"It's not really that big of a deal," Fuyumi replied, gently tugging her arm back so she could wipe the rest of the dried blood off her face with a moist towel from the bathroom cabinet. She sighed quietly. "Honestly, if anyone deserves to get a nice dinner out with their boyfriend on Valentine's Day, it's you. You're such an amazing person, Celeste." She chuckled softly from her spot on the floor. "I mean it, you're kind, sweet, gentle, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you." Fuyumi smiled wistfully and brushed the loose hair over the youngest's forehead. "I'm honestly jealous of you."
"That's kinda hard to believe, with how pretty you are, but thank you. That means a lot coming from you." Celeste smiled bashfully and turned away. "I love you, sis. Thank you for everything." They sat still for a bit, while Fuyumi dabbed gently at her face and neck until her nausea subsided. As she sat there with her eyes closed, the older of the two felt her heart breaking at the sight before her. Once vibrant, chocolate skin was now pale and ashen. Ragged and pained breaths and gasps fell past cracked lips. Their family had known for a while about the disease. But try as they might to help, she was adamant that she would handle the situation herself. She said it was easier. But despite their best efforts, the disease seemed to spread so fast.
In barely a couple weeks, the first symptom had appeared. From that day on, the sickness progressed. It wasn't long before everything spiraled for the poor, unfortunate soul. The whole thing was enough to leave a bitter taste in their mouths. When she was ready, the stony-eyed girl helped the other onto her feet. As they shuffled from the bathroom, Fuyumi noticed how Celeste held on tightly to a delicate yellow and red flower. When she was feeling better, they wandered into the kitchen to help Shoto and Natsu prepare dinner. Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsu decided to invite their significant others over to the house for a big dinner. Natsu had opposed the idea, heavily at first, given the current situation, but with some reassurance, the boy had caved. Reluctantly, he relented. He even suggested some movies to make sure everything ran smoothly. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.
Celeste and Fuyumi were seated at the kitchen island, chatting happily about various topics when Touya and Keigo entered. "Hey, everyone, how's my favorite little sis doing? Still feeling sick?" Touya asked as the duo approached them with Natsu hot on his heels. His smile faltered slightly when he noticed the grim expression on everyone's faces. "I'll take that as a yes. Are you okay," he asked. Waving a hand at him, she throws a weak smile his way. "I'll live." Shoto silently motioned his brother closer, while Keigo sat at the island to talk with the two sisters. Hushed whispers were shared, but Celeste knew they were talking about her. She felt bad for making them worry so much. Her pale eyes drifted over to her brother's best friend, and practically felt the flowers blooming in her lungs as she gazed at him. She desperately wanted to tell Keigo how she felt, to show him the little blossom tucked away in her skirt pocket. If only she dared to actually do that. Keigo's eyes never left Celeste's as they all talked. He paused, taking note of the dark bags under her eyes, the slight slump in her shoulders. "Hey, hummingbird," he started, "you sure you're okay? You look tired." Celeste nodded. "Yea, I'm fine." Her words were clipped and monotone and came out stiffly. "I'm going to take a nap, please enjoy dinner," Celeste added, forcing a halfhearted smile. She pushed herself up from her chair and walked upstairs quickly, she knew if he asked her to stay she would. Closing her bedroom door behind her, Celeste climbed into bed, pulling the flowers out of her dress pocket. They were wilting slightly, but still lovely enough to admire. She curled herself around them as she lay staring at the wall above her bed. A wave of grief crashed over her, bringing tears to her eyes, as thoughts of her love filled her mind. She remembered well when she first fell in love with the male. For weeks she planned on telling him, and for weeks she worked on her confession. But he had begun dating someone, and it seemed to be serious. After a while, she gave up all hope of confessing her love. No matter how he looked at her and held her close. No matter how long they spent talking to one another about their hopes and dreams. None of this mattered. As she lay in bed among the field of primroses she laughed. It was a laugh filled with pain and heartache. At the end of the day, he would never see her as anything more than his best friend's little sister. Keigo would never love her back.
The First Meeting
"Nikki! Nikki! Wake Up! You are going to be late for your school". Mrs. Haley pulls the blanket off to wake her daughter up. To her surprise, there was a pillow under the blanket and Nikki was nowhere to be found. The Haley family has just moved in to the city two weeks ago and It was going to be Nikki's first day at ST. Paul's Highshool.
Excited for her first day she was already getting ready for the school." Ah! You are already up!" Mrs. Haley exclaimed, "Your breakfast is ready sweetie", she said smiling. Nikki packed her bag after the breakfast and got on the bus for the school. After 20 odd minutes the bus was at its detination. She stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, looking up at the towering brick building that was her new school. Her heart was beating fast with a mixture of excitement and fear, and for a second, she felt completely overwhelmed.
Feeling lost and perplexed, not knowing where to go, she stood still until she heard a voice from her behind. "Hey there, first day?" She turned and saw a boy about her age, with warm brown eyes, curly hairs and a friendly smile. "Yeah," she said, feeling a little flustered. "I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go." "I will show you around", he said and before she could say anything, he was showing her around through hallways, pointing to the classrooms, telling her gossips about the teachers.
He was funny and smart, and Nikki found herself relaxing and chatting easily with him. She felt drawn to his personality. Suddenely they heard the bell ring for the first period and the boy smiled, "Time to go, I will tell you the other 'chismis' later. "Chismis"? Nikki looked towards him puzzled. " teacher gossip, I call that chismis", He said as he turned and before she could thank him, he was gone, lost in the sea of students. But as she got into her classroom and started the lesson, she couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for the new friend she had made on her first day.
"Nikki! Nikki! Wake Up! You are going to be late for your school". Mrs. Haley pulls the blanket off to wake her daughter up. To her surprise, there was a pillow under the blanket and Nikki was nowhere to be found. The Haley family has just moved in to the city two weeks ago and It was going to be Nikki's first day at ST. Paul's Highshool.
Excited for her first day she was already getting ready for the school." Ah! You are already up!" Mrs. Haley exclaimed, "Your breakfast is ready sweetie", she said smiling. Nikki packed her bag after the breakfast and got on the bus for the school. After 20 odd minutes the bus was at its detination. She stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, looking up at the towering brick building that was her new school. Her heart was beating fast with a mixture of excitement and fear, and for a second, she felt completely overwhelmed.
Feeling lost and perplexed, not knowing where to go, she stood still until she heard a voice from her behind. "Hey there, first day?" She turned and saw a boy about her age, with warm brown eyes, curly hairs and a friendly smile. "Yeah," she said, feeling a little flustered. "I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go." "I will show you around", he said and before she could say anything, he was showing her around through hallways, pointing to the classrooms, telling her gossips about the teachers.
He was funny and smart, and Nikki found herself relaxing and chatting easily with him. She felt drawn to his personality. Suddenely they heard the bell ring for the first period and the boy smiled, "Time to go, I will tell you the other 'chismis' later. "Chismis"? Nikki looked towards him puzzled. " teacher gossip, I call that chismis", He said as he turned and before she could thank him, he was gone, lost in the sea of students. But as she got into her classroom and started the lesson, she couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for the new friend she had made on her first day.
Sylphynford
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After all these years, Isla still remembers it perfectly; Stars dusted the dark sky and the streetlights shined down on the sidewalk she was walking to, It was the start of the summer June 22nd, 1990 to be exact. It wasn't actually ideal to roam around since It was a Sunday and she has school tomorrow but since Isla loves summer seasons she decided to celebrate it with herself, it was then she met Rin.
They were just 14 at that time, living in a neighbourhood close to the beach is a privilege Isla acknowledged and was thankful for, she was passing the kids playground when a figure on a swing caught her attention, she doesn't have any intention to approached him at all, if it wasn't for the sobbing sound she was hearing which irritated her to say the least.
"Why are you crying?" She questioned the stranger, he looked just about her age if he wasn't she wouldn't approach him in the first place, When the guy in question didn't answer Isla sigh, and sat on the opposite swing, she started to sway herself slowly, as she hummed a song she always heard playing on the radio.
"Are guys not supposed to cry?" The guy in question answered, Isla rolled her eyes and answered no, She doesn't think that, In her opinion it's weird to see someone crying loudly in a public kids playground, that's what she thought but she decided to just keep it within herself.
"Your aura is affecting me, come, let me show you something, to cheer you up." Isla said, up until to this day when she think about it, she doesn't know what came over her as she invited a total stranger on her safe place as she called it, never once regretted that decision, if given a chance again, she'll do it over and over again.
"Where are you taking me?" The guy question her, he doesn't look she trust Isla at the time, but hey, Even though Isla don't know a thing about him, she still took the courage to ask him, so she can't back away. "To the beach, there's a place there, I always go to, when I'm feeling sad, let me cheer you up." She once again said before standing up, she smiled at him before deciding to continue her walk to the beach, she didn't turn around to check if he followed her but she can feel his presence, and his shoes made this weird sound as they made their way to the beach.
Isla remembers that weird silence that enveloped them as they trek their way to her safe place, when they turned left the stranger guy told him, that it wasn't the way to the beach, Isla didn't say anything and continued walking, to her surprise the guy just followed her too without asking anymore questions.
Once they reached the hill, Isla turned around and smiled at him, before saying "Welcome! To my safe place!", Remembering that memory always make Isla cringe but the stranger just said 'Wow' and ignore her antics.
It was a hill, Isla discovered during one of her night walks not too long ago, The stars are visible up here, overlooking the ocean below them, it was indeed beautiful.
She then learned that his name was Rin, he had an argument with his mother and so he ran away, Isla gave her that kind of look that tells she's disappointed but Rin just shrugged it off. They have a lot of similarities, they both like reading books, and both love flowers which was weird, Isla never met a guy who loves flowers as much as she does but it turns out Rin's mother was a florist.
They talked about random things that night, both of them didn't notice how much time had passed until Rin had said he needs to go home his mother was probably waiting for him at home, before letting him go, Isla remembers something.
"Make a wish Rin." He just looked at her dumbfounded, Isla knows she looks probably like a fool, because you're only supposed to make a wish upon a shooting star but her grandmother says a different thing.
"My grandma used to say, the fireflies of summer makes your dreams come true! Especially if you made it under the stars. The stars are beautiful tonight." Rin smiled at him, before asking "Have you made a wish before?" Isla blushed and before she can answer, Rin said, "I wish you happiness." Despite just meeting each other Isla blurted, "I wish to not know a life without you." Everything stops, as they looked at each other. Then, they both laughed it off and made a promise to comeback here. And agreed to meet at the kids playground after school hours.
They continued to meet after school, after 2 months of talking at the playground, Rin let her met his mother, his mother is the kindest one she'd met, she always looks out after Rin. Isla didn't think any of it, it was all just genuine and pure love, she felt jealous for a moment before remembering her mother must not be as sweet as her, but is just as her as a mother to them.
It was October 18th, 1990 when they had their first kiss, it was pouring but instead of going back they both played under the rain, they just turned 15 weeks ago, Isla was on September 18th and Rin was just a day after. Rin said it was the way Isla smiled at her that time that he decided to man up and kissed her, Isla has never been happy.
Two weeks after that they made it official, her family knows of Rin and approves of him, They had more escapades after making it official be it a trek to their hill, or a hiking with their family on the town nearby. They created so many memories, memories that are both tattooed on their mind.
When the New Year came, they often met, Rin was busy with school his mother would often said. Before the end of February they stopped talking to each other, he caught a fever and needs to stay at the hospital, his mom would reasoned out, I want to visit, Isla would say, You might get sick his mother would reasoned back, Isla knew they were hiding something from her, she knew her family knows of this too, but decided not to do anything about it, He'll be fine she always thought to herself.
It was on the night of April 5th, 1991 when Isla decided to go to her safe place, she hasn't seen Rin in weeks and she's not okay, Everything would be okay people around her used to say, but she don't believe them. She was lying down on the ground, with her tear stained closed eyes, when she heard his voice.
"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Isla stood up and made her way to Rin, she softly hit his chest as she cried her heart out, Rin stopped her and hugged her, "I'm sorry." He muttered continuously, they stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Isla broke free and kissed him, "I missed you." She said, "I love you, and missed you." Rin said back, they didn't talk about the reason Rin was hospitalised, Isla doesn't have the courage to ask, but she noticed he lost a lot of weight, the bags under his eyes are prominent, she chose to enjoy the moment they have that night, and when it was too late, Isla escorted Rin back to the hospital where his mother was worried, she was not mad at Isla nor Rin when she saw them together she smiled at her, Rin waved him goodbye, and said "See you tomorrow, Isla." He smiled at her, that night. It was a genuine smile pure of admiration and sincerity.
That tomorrow never came, it was Rin's mother who delivered the news about his death, Isla was devasted was an understatement, she cried the whole day, and it doesn't end there, she can't find it in her to attend his burial but she took all the courage she can and went, she stayed at his grave after. She found herself at his grave everyday. Isla's mother said, she's young, it might not have been easy to forget your first love but you'll get there, take all the time you need to grieve. When it was 2 years after and there's no changes about her behaviour, her mother decided to consult her, it was then when she pretended she was fine, which everyone bought, but no one knows she would escaped at night to visit Rin's grave, no one knows except her grandmother but she would just smile at her before telling her to take care.
She moved out after high school, she found herself a side job that can support herself while at college, it was 3 towns over her place, it was her decision to move away in hopes of forgetting Rin, because she thought it was the right decision to make.
After college she went back to her town and everything changed, the hill was still there, but people were not, Rin's family moved out, Isla's family migrated she's the only one who remained here, everyone else was a stranger, but she felt somehow contended and satisfied to be back to the place she never thought she'd come back to.
When was 23 when she found a new job, and drowned herself with work, she thought if she was tired enough maybe she'd never have the time to think about Rin, because after all these years despite the fact that she tried to erase him from her mind and heart, she couldn't.
When she was 25 Isla fell in love again, he was nothing like Rin, but it was his natural smile, the kind that gave Isla butterflies. It was just a small admiration, until it wasn't. Their love blossomed into something serious, until it wasn't, he ended up marrying someone from another town. Isla didn't cry but it was then when she found herself back at Rin's grave, it was where she broke down.
When she was 29 Isla decided to went back their hill, bringing a bouquet of daisies with her since it was both their favourite, when she was closed to the hill Isla noticed a man figure standing at the edge of the hill, she didn't think about him jumping off the hill since he was holding a camera, but approached the hill cautiously, It was then when he turned around, that Isla was frozen as if the time stops, her eyes filled with tears, the man approached her as her tears freely fall, he was saying something but Isla couldn't make out what it was. She hugged him and surprisingly hugged her back.
The man looked exactly like Rin, he was a bit taller, had the same face features, the same scar on his upper left eyebrow that he got when we was young, his voice a little deeper, He looked exactly like Rin, but his name was Haru and not Rin. Isla said sorry afterwards, but the man Haru said it's okay. They talked more after that and discovered he's the same as Rin, but he's more adventurous, she also found out that he's not from around and just visiting, he was just walking around the area when he discovered this place.
The two met again after 2 days, it was then they decided to exchange emails, Haru was going home and he even joked about it being fate that they met again which Isla just smiled upon.
When she was 32, they visited Rin's grave, Isla had told him about Rin, Everything about Rin, showed him pictures, she told him everything and didn't left even a small detail about him, and about them together. When Haru started talking to Rin's grave about taking good care of her, it was then that Isla remembered their wish that night;
"I wish you happiness."
"I wish to not know a life without you."
Isla broke down as she burst into tears, Haru was quick to aid her and ask what was wrong but Isla just smiled and said, "I'm happy, I'm happy." She said repeatedly and hugged Haru. Isla remembers she always carries this piece of paper that she wrote when she met Rin, and was hoping then she can recite it when she confessed to him, but never happened, she rewrote it so many times as the years passed by, and so she took this moment to read aloud her poem;
"It was your cries that attracted me to get to you, but it was your kind smile that made me stay, everyday I spent with you is a day I'll never dare forget, you showed me what it's like to be in love, it was you who showed me how beautiful I am, When everyone didn't believe I can do it, you'd be there to remind me that I can, I hate you for leaving me so soon, I wasn't even sure I showed you how much you mean to me, there's so many things that I wanted to do with you, and as I let go of you today, I remembered that night and remembering that night made me realized that you never even left. I love you Rin, and thank you for making me happy then, and making me happy now. It came true after all."
Haru looked at her afterwards, the corner of his eyes are wet with tears, before kissing her. Two months after that they got married, they didn't have it easy, they sometimes fought but they didn't let a day pass without talking it out, as the months gone by of living together as a married couple, Haru's characteristics turns out to be a lot more like Rin.
At night Isla would look out at the stars and remember that night, It was a distant memory but she can still vividly remember.
Isla hated summer after Rin passed, she never went back to the hill until after meeting Haru, but now looking at him made her remember how much she love summer. Rin used to say;
"If you fall in love again some day, treat them how they deserve it, If they deserve the world, share yours with them. "
As if he knew what would happen, Isla used to laugh at him whenever he said some things like that, but now she fully understood everything. She couldn't erase the years in which she live with regrets and what ifs but she's more than happy to be where she was right now.
"My love for you is like a broken record, I'll repeat it over and over again until it broke down, and even then I'll continue to love you."
Isla smiled as she looked at Haru, "Are you a poet?" She asked.
"Only for you my love."
Sylphynford
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What, I put a spoiler on it and it never showed 
, so tittle was not shown, and I can't edit it 
. But it's tittled "Lost Summer."
, so tittle was not shown, and I can't edit it . But it's tittled "Lost Summer."-_-YourSuccubusLover-_-
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I got chills... this is beautiful
velvetglove
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Sending good luck to all 
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