The Ring

0017

The dark haired princess found herself running out of the Manor. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she figured that none of it mattered because of how hurt she felt. It felt as if someone had torn out her heart and set it to flames. She felt as if her entire world was collapsing. Chrissa was never fond of the idea of suffering.

She stopped running, as she approached what looked like a river. The water was dark yet clear, and Chrissa saw that there was a waterfall near the end. She could hear the sound of the water clashing together all at once, and it calmed her slightly.

"Chrissa."

She turned around to face him, with dry tears onto her delicate skin. Dark smears of makeup fell lazily from the creases of her eyes, and continued to leak down along with new tears that formed when she looked at him. She shook her head slowly, and wrapped her arms around herself.

"You need to leave."

He sped over to her. "I'm not leaving you anywhere," Michael analyzed Chrissa's face lovingly, and tried to take her hand but she shook him away. "We're talking about this whether you like it or not. And if you don't stop running I'll just keep chasing you, so stop."

"You're disastrous." Chrissa said, as she started to walk away from him.

He sped to where he was in front of her, and gently grabbed the back of her arm. "The kiss meant nothing—"

Chrrissa shoved him away from her, and he flew hard against a tree. Sensing the interaction, she turned around to look at him. "I have a hard time believing that."

Michael staggered up from the ground, and winced as a price of wood was jammed into his back. "Chriss, there's nothing going on between her and I." He spoke, as he pulled out the piece of tree bark. He held back a painful groan, as his back healed almost instantly.

"Please," she rolled her eyes, and said sarcastically.

"She kissed me!" Michael raised his voice this time, "a-and she's going through something difficult right now."

"That doesn't excuse anything," She glared at him. "And don't you suppose that I am going through a difficult time as well?"

"Not everything is about you," he blurted out.

Silence suddenly fell amongst them.

He raked a hand through his hair, " didn't mean it like that."

All that was present were the crashing of the waves from the river, and the waterfall in the distance. The moon's glow had casted over them, as the darkness of the night cascaded over the sharp thorned trees that existed in twists.

"I am going back to the Manor." Chrissa said coldly, as she started to walk away from him.

"As if you're innocent," he snorted. "Why'd you kiss Kandor, huh?" Michael questioned bluntly, and crossed his arms.

Chrissa turned around, and rolled her eyes. "Do you love her?" She gazed into his blue eyes that were now so close to her dark ones, and studied his facial expression.

He slammed his eyes shut, and then opened them again to look at her. "We have history, but she has to be a part of my life now." Michael spoke seriously. Part of her wanted to rationalize, but she couldn't think straight.