The curse from long ago(Fruk)

13

1973

"Hmmm, it's smaller than I remember," Francis spoke. We looked around at the land we used to call home and then began walking toward that grave. "Ahhh!! Remember that tree? Haha, it was where we would climb all the time," I laughed, pointing. Francis smiled at me and began to look around. "Let's go check out our spot quickly," he suggested.

"Really?"
"Yeah, why not? Maybe it might look the same?"
"Hmmm, I don't know about that..." I laughed. We began to walk toward the area and he held his hand out for me to grab. I did so happily, and we began to walk into the forest. This place hasn't changed much, if I'm going, to be honest.

"Look... the rocks... Some of them are still here," he smiled. I smiled at the thought and when we reached our spot we both began to look around. This was where our life changed. "The last time we actually played here was the night we saw that witch," I said with a shaking voice.

"You were so scared..." he laughed.
"We were waiting so long to catch that rabbit... For nothing," I added. He began to laugh, and we turned to look at each other. My eyes began to tear up, and I squeezed his hand. "We hated each other so much back then...." He pointed out.

"Yeah..... I think that I might've been a little too dramatic..."
"Dramatic? You called me a girl every day."
"Hehe... you did kind of look like one."
"Hey!!!"

We both began to laugh, and I took a deep breath out. "I think if I saw that witch again, I can't tell if I'd piss myself or not," I laughed. "She is probably dead by now....wait... I remember something weird that happened that night," Francis started.

We began to walk back, and I looked at him, confused. "That night... she wanted you... Why would she want you? It makes no sense?" He asked me, confused. I shrugged my shoulders and began to think.

I couldn't even imagine all the terrible things she would have done to me. "I'm not sure... But she was more than capable of just snatching me... But she gave you a choice," I explained, confused.

When we made it out of the forest, we began to walk toward the graves. They were broken stones, and you could hardly see their names anymore.

I took a deep breath and sat beside my brother's grave. Francis put a hand over Lucille's stone and smiled at it. As I continued to stare at them, I felt myself begin to cry. "Arthur?"

"We were supposed to be there long ago," I whispered. "We still have each other; I couldn't imagine being alone, Forever," he said sadly. He was right; we had each other no matter what.

I placed the flowers we got over their graves by sticking one in the dirt on each of them. "Is there anything you'd still want to do?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders... "the only thing we have to do is find love, and we haven't even done that yet," I said sadly.

"Maybe we are thinking about it too much? And maybe it just needs to happen," he explained. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a flower to give to Lucille. "Thank you," he whispered. He kissed the flower slowly and began to dig a hole in her grave to put it there. "The day she died... I was so heartbroken, but you were there for me. Thank you," he smiled at me.

I nodded, offering him a hand to pull him up, and he gladly took it. He continued to hold onto my hand, and I looked down at it. "You are still holding my hand," I giggled. He smiled at me and nodded. "I like holding your hand a lot," he admitted. We both began to stare at each other, and I knew it was happening again.

My heart was melting and the feeling of love washed over me. I loved him so much... For a very long time, I have. However, I knew he didn't feel the same about me. He never looked at me that way, and I wish he did. "We should probably get going," he spoke. "Yeah... We have to start getting ready for the movers tomorrow," I smiled.

We continued to hold hands until we got to the car. "Arthur..." Francis spoke as I got in. He began to start the car and looked over at me. "I wouldn't care about living forever if it meant spending it with you. Please don't ever go away, and I promise I won't ever do that either," he said sweetly.

I nodded at him and grabbed his hand. I slowly brought it up to my lips, and I gently placed a kiss on the back of his hand. "I promise..... I'd never leave you," I spoke. I looked up at him, and to my surprise, his face was red like a tomato.

"You look so cute when you are red," I laughed.
"Huh? Shut up, you idiot!" He pulled his hand away from me and began to drive the car aggressively. I laughed at his reaction and looked out the window to their graves.

Until next time.....

Maybe the next few centuries will zoom by, and maybe Francis and I will find what we are looking for. I took a deep breath, and a smile arose on my face. "What?" He asked me. "Oh, nothing..... just happy, I guess," I laughed. This feeling in my heart wasn't going away... Maybe I'll find the courage to say it in the next fifty years.

The courage to tell him that I love him and have loved him for a long time. How I wanted to be with him romantically and maybe try to start a family of some kind. It wouldn't last long, but I'd love to.