==You make me love you.== Wow. Today was a tiring day… Emotionally and physically, with the MCS’s wobbly knees. Haha. And Syafiq somehow knew the reason of why I went to school. Maybe half of it. Anyway I’m too tired to explain. Tomorrow there’s Lit and I gotta stop thinking. But my darling friend Syaz has inspired me to write a short story. Romance. So guys go screw yourselves. Unless you’re gay or –cough- bi. Or you just like this kind of thing… Here it goes dearies… I’m sure every girl dreams of having to go to a real ball and meeting her other half there ;). =================Spinning================= The pale doe-eyed girl looked at her own reflection curiously, one finger subconsciously twirling a lock of her brown hair. Was this how they’d see her? What will they think? Will they think she was just another plain half-grown woman, too wide-eyed, innocent and frail, too boring and naïve? That was what she’d figured. That even amidst the lovely pale blue satin, her golden brown locks, her hazel eyes, and her entrancing smile, he’d see her that way. He, the prince she met a long time ago. When she was four, she met him. He had the most handsomest smile she had ever seen. When he spoke, it was more than melody to her ears. Such grace, such charm. And she remembered when she served him his breakfast every morning, how he would reply with a gracious nod and a smile. And he would ask her to sit and talk to him. As if he were nothing but just an ordinary boy. And she would, telling him what minor things happened each day, and uncanny events that happens under the servants’ roof. That was how friendship was created. That was thirteen years ago. She had long been out of the castle since she was eight. Four years. Would she still remember him the way she did the same about him? Did he remember his parting words to her? She’d never forget… Rose feels her heart in her chest beating harder than usual as the huge doors opened before her. Her name being called, her descending the very walkway she used to descend nine years ago. Her hair comes down in wavy locks framing her pale face. Her lips part to calm her breathing. Her hand caresses the bar at the side ever so slightly as she took step by step. There is a man waiting below with his mask on, his eyes deep dark and sensual. He reaches for her and she accepts her first offer to dance, at the same time looking for him. As they dance, she feels his unusual amount of warmth emanating from his body, calming her. She feels his breath tingle her ear and shudders involuntarily, not unpleasantly. And she hears it. I’ve been waiting for you… In words, the very same amused tone, yet with a huskier voice. It was him. And she opens her mouth to say that she had been waiting for him too.
And that’s it. Short and sweet. I know my way of writing is weird. Maybe that’s why my GP marks sucked, other than going off point I guess. Ciao and TAG!
