Miraculous One-Shots

Undenied Love

Barbara's dark, long hair fell in front of her eyes as she tried to focus on her test. The words on the paper blurred together as her eyes filled with tears. The memory of her mom yelling at her was becoming too much.

You are such a disgrace. How will you ever continue our family's legacy? Why didn't I choose someone else? You're not capable of this mentally or physically.

Barbara blinked furiously. Instead of making the tears go away, she instead made them fall down her long eyelashes and onto her hand. The drop rolled down her thumb as her hand quivered. Not wanting to fail 9th grade, Barbara wiped the tears away and circled in the answers she thought were right. She quickly gave it to her teacher then proceeded to get out the work they were supposed to do post-test.

As it was Valentine's Day, the class was required to write a poem to someone they loved and appreciated in the class. If they couldn't think of anyone, they were told to make one for their teacher or a parent/guardian. The school had even provided pink, heart-shaped cards for everyone to write in. Most kids were writing poems for the teacher, as they each had a significant other in another class.

Barbara pulled out her black style pen. As she thought about her mother again, the tip of the pen touched the skin of the paper so hard that it left a dent. Barbara quickly drew a heart around the ink-blob and colored it in. She didn't want to write a poem about love. How could she write about something she never experienced?

The teacher clapped her hands to gain everyone's attention. "Well," she started, "since everyone finished their tests and we still have twenty minutes left, you can deliver your poems right now if you're done with them."

As soon as she was finished, the whole class started buzzing about what they had or wanted to write in their poem. A lot of people got up and delivered their poem to their teacher. Barbara went back to her pink heart, not knowing what to write about her teacher.

"Maybe, 'you help us a lot,' would work?" Barbara muttered under her breath. A finger tapped her shoulder. Barbara swiveled around in her seat, banging her leg on the leg of her desk.

"Oh!" She cried out in pain, rubbing her leg back and forth with her arm. The girl that had disrupted her had her hands over her mouth.

"I'm so sorry," the girl, Olympia, if Barbara recalled correctly, said.

"I'm fine." Barbara insisted, gritting her teeth. Barbara took in the sight of Olympia for the first time. The girl's hair was cut short, right above her shoulders. It was straight with a slight curl at the bottom, framing her face.

"I−I just wanted to give you this," Olympia said, stretching out her arms, a pink heart in her hands.

"For−for me? Are you sure you have the right person?"

Olympia chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her hair, "I'm positive."

"T−thank you, then."

"Yeah," Olympia blushed, "yeah, of course." She quickly ran back to her desk at the back of her classroom.

Barbara turned back around in her desk and opened the card. The writing was neat, red, and condensed. Her eyes widened with every word she read:

"I hide my feelings from you,

I really wish you knew,

As I see you think

While your dam of tears is on the brink.

You're on my mind every night,

As my emotions fight.

I'm scared of what you'll say

When I display

My thoughts of love

That rise above.

I hope you'll accept this plea

To be my Valentine with me."

Barbara smiled. She could feel the eyes of the special girl who wrote this droning into her back, terrified of her response. Barbara folded the card and tucked it into the pocket of her coat. The pocket closest to her heart. Soon, her words flowed through her brain and onto the pink sheet in front of her.

"Your Valentine, I will be,

We'll be together for eternity

For I was blind,

To realize you wanted to be mine.

I can't write,

But I know me and you are right."