Dedicated to the one I love.

At last.

(Tewksbury's POV)

After the event....I ran out of there. Yet. My mother stopped me. It wasn't so great either. "Honey, what are you doing?!!!!" She said. "Mum, will you please move out the way." I said. "Why should I?! You're my son. I give the rules! It's been a terrible day. It's been the first day after-

"Mum. Please." I said. "Honestly, will you please let me go somewhere." I  added. "After my father died, you've been acting different. And I understand....that it's difficult--

"You don't know what I'm going through!! I lost my husband!!!!!"

"And I lost my father. So will you please let me go. Wouldn't want to keep going on how you changed. Let me be happy. And quit ruining y/n's life. You've done enough." I said. I  walked past her, she didn't stop me.

I arrived home by a carriage. I wasn't patient, I wanted to get there. And finish the book. That has told the story of how y/n and I first got together. And how now we'll at least be happy.

For now at least. Unless my mother decides to, be an evil person again. I love my mum, but...it's just, she's been different.

I ran to my room, as if I was a 10 year old, excited.

I grabbed my book, and began continuing the story.

"Now, what happened next is that I told y/n happy birthday....Y/N looked lovely, honestly. I kissed y/n's hand...now I'll just turn in this book...of our story.. I'll go ahead and name it 'Dedicated to the one I love.' That's the title, smart isn't it? It's based of a song. Won't say which. Anyways...this is the last time I'll be writing this.

Love,  Tewksbury.

P.S- Y/N still hasn't decorated the book with me. I first showed y/n the book when we kissed and y/n had that rose. I mentioned it."

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(Back to your POV)

You were in your home at your birthday party. Of course, you wanted Tewksbury to already be there. Till you heard a knock. You stood up. It was Tewksbury.  You opened the door, he had a book in his hand.

"Was not expecting to see you, here." You said. He smiled. "Yes, I know. I came here to celebrate your birthday. And to give you this." He said. It was that book. "You haven't decorated yet. Thought you'd decorate it without me." You said. He looked at you confused. "No...why'd you think that?" He said. "Don't know? It just came to mind.." You said. "Well. All I want you to do is to begin reading the first page of this book." He said, and gave it to you. He looked at you in the eye.

"Go on." He said.

You began reading..

"Today, well my Mother interrupted our first kiss. It's humiliating. Yet it still happened. I'm still embarrased.....Honestly...."
Then it kept going on. In the book he had written his own POV of this story. Not yours. What you're reading, is your POV. His is different.
You looked up.
"Wow.." you said.
He smiled.
"I've loved you for so long...I still do."
"Oh, I know that, so have I. I love you."
Thank you for reading!