𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝟐

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

I didn't imagine that I will be this contented and happy just for loving someone. A wide spread of genuine smile is plastered on my face as I look down on the intertwined fingers of us both.

Ransom 'trust fund prick' Drysdale-my child hood bestfriend. His family is very against between the two of us knowing that I may had lost my bright future because of him at because of our age gap which is only 1 year that they always make a big fuss.

I did graduate 4 years ago and I am starting to pave my way to the top, on the ground without any help from the parents who takes care at me when I was a child.

Ransom and I are very different person. I do work and he didn't, he's not always reliant on his grand father's wealth but he's a little spoiled whilst I am not but when it comes to showing love and effort-Ransom always outshine me in anything he does.

But it never occur to my mind to judge him or left him behind. Ransom craves and lacked some love from his parents since then. He didn't had a happy childhood memories with them and when some times he did, it's always with me.

He stopped from college on hsi 4th years which makes me sad and upset at the sametime. It may didn't less the love that I felt to him but I does makes my anger to his parents to be more a lot.

By insulting from his own parents, Ransom got discouraged on what he's doing and he pour everything he does in spending money.

"Wow! Ransom, this is such a nice place..."

My eyes abruptly widen when I saw the huge but simple bamboo house with a curtain around the both sides to make it looks like a wall. Whilst the curtains dance in the air, the music bursted on the place but the thing caught my attention is Ransom in beside me, who is now staring at me fondly.

"Do you remember the word, I always says to you before?"

My heart started to loudly thump and hot tears are almost streaming down my cheeks, Ransom smirks at me-reaching my chin a little to touched my face.

📌Sweet Shell Arts and Music School
📌5 years old

Flying kites. Running bikes. Rocking slides. Sounds of laughter and crowds of kids with wide smile in their lips. I look around the room, trying to find the place where I think that I belong. Being a 5 year old kid, everyone thought that life is easy and sweet but it is not-not to me but to my bestfriend Ransom.

Ransom had a scary and terrifying parents. My bestfriend always get scolded by her own Mom and Dad everytime they are alone, that's why I always try not to leave him behind-no matter what circumtances it is.

"Ransom! Hey! Ransom!" I jump happily on the ground with both hands on the air waving when I spotted him but I don't think that Ransom saw me because his head was dipped on the book he has and Ransom looks sad at the same time.

Getting worried that he got hitted again by his parents, I immediately throw my self in a run on the bench that is not so far on my direction.

"Ransom..." with both hands in my bended knees I glance up at Ransom, who is now gazing at me sadly-eyes and nose are red from an obvious crying he had earlier.

The older kid beside me, blink his eyes before gaving me the handkerchief that he should suppose to use. "You're now sweaty Y/n," Ransom pointed out before helping me out to sit next to him. "You shouldn't run that fast again, you might end up hurting your self at the process. Okay?"

I pouted a little, shaking my head in disaproval. "But I saw you crying," I reasoned out. "And I hate, seeing you like this. Did your evil parents hurt you again? You didn't deserve to be hurt, you're a prince... Ransom."