"We were so far apart, yet so near and we didn't even know it..."
"And look how far we've come..."
And at that moment, as he slipped the ring onto my finger, I knew, it was him from the beginning. Just him and me.
"Forever?"
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It was dark inside the carriage.
The black velvet surrounded us like a blanket blocking out the sun. Mother insisted we take a fancy carriage, I had never been in one this nice before. All we were told is that we were being taken somewhere. A nice place. A safe place. But what could be safer from the home I knew?
The steady trotting of the horses pounded down onto the cobblestone road and the carridge jolted.
"Are we nearly there yet mother?" I questioned itching my leg as the woolen material scratched it.
"Almost there darling," she whispered so only I and my brother Ned could hear her.
The silence was thick as little to no sunlight shone into the carriage. My older brother Michael huming a tune we both knew so well.
The carriage came to a halt and the doors were opened by a short man in a long flowing waistcoat and white shirt.
"Here we are children," mother said as she ushered us out. I stepped out and was faced with a large building stretching for what seemed like miles across. The metal gates painted black and tiny stones under our feet.
I turned to Ned who looked just as scared as I was.
"M-Mother, what is this place?" He questioned, his hands shaking violently. I placed my own tiny one in his and he squeezed it gently. Our mother simply didn't reply. Except she walked up to us holding a brown paper bag. She kneels down to our level and opened it to reveal two pieces of string with silver pendants on. On those pendants were carved a list of numbers.
Placing one around my kneck, it read,
'36738'
She did the same to Ned that read,
'45845'
"I want to go home mother." I said in protest, "Michal, take me home!"
"I can't," he said softly placing his hands onto my shoulders.
"Why not!" I exclaimed, "you can do everything! You can climb trees, you can whistle, you can even make daisy chains!"
I didn't like this new place. It was unfamiliar and big. Cold and dark. Nothing compared to our little cottage in the countryside.
Michal paused for a second.
"If you could have one wish in the world, what would it be?" He questioned. I thought.
"To live with you...forever." I said plainly. He smiled down at me. Getting on one knee he looked me in the eyes.
"When I get older, I will come and find you, wherever you are in the world. Britan to Africa or the giant land in the sky and we can. I will be there for you. Always."
"Promise?" I questioned holding out my pinky. He chuckled a little wrapping his pinky finger around mine.
