Dinzel

0.5//Prologue

The morning was still calm and new. The wind blew dried fallen leaves around in the garden and I.. I didnt have any strength left in me.

I was seated on a bench right in front of the largest tree in the garden..The princess's favourite spot had now become mine.

I sighed, picking at the hem of my short red dress and staring at the recently awoken sun.

"Ninety-eight, the car's ready," a rusty voice behind me said.

"Thank you," I said without looking away from the sun.

I rose to my feet and sighed, taking a good look at the garden.. my favourite place in the castle one last time.

Going out to the drive way I saw a black Honda. The chauffeur dressed in a black uniform put my last suitcase in the car.

"So this is goodbye?" I heard HIS voice behind me.

The familiar texture of his voice almost brought me to my knees. I turned around to see the prince standing behind me. His weak eyes locked into mine, making tears find their way to my eyes.

He wore a plain white t-shirt that hugged his mascular chest tightly and clean grey joggers. It was his favourite. His casual dressing had never ceased to amaze me. He had his hands shoved in his joggers and his eyes fixed on me.

The look in his eyes.. oh god. I knew he didn't want this. I didn't either but I knew it was for the best.

"I guess," I answered the question he seemed to have asked ages ago.

"And you won't tell me where you're going?" his eyes pleaded and I looked away to not give in.

"I don't want you to know my whereabouts." I stated, staring past him.

Rachel ran out of the castle and towards us, she was in a pink silky robe and had her hair all rolled up.

"Honey," she hugged me. "You won't change your mind?" she looked at me, trying to persuade me.

I shook my head, unable to speak. The prince kept his eyes on the ground. If I didn't know him, I'd mistake this for annoyance.

But I could read him, even with my eyes closed. I've grown to know that this was a way to avoid breaking into tears.

The gentle breeze blew against his purple hair. His perfect lips allowed to sit free. Only god knows how many times I had tasted those lips and how badly I wanted to. But every time we kissed, there was always a reason for me to 'stay'.

A cloud slowly covered the tender sun, casting a cool shadow above us. He looked at me, making me realize I was staring. But I couldn't look away. The heartbreak in his eyes had to have made a mark on me.

The knots in my stomach tightened as I slowly raised my hands to wave goodbye. I felt so weak. Why does love do this to a person?

I took one last look then turned around, facing my ride. My legs carried me towards the car as I tried hard not to look back.

Pictures of our life together flashed through my mind causing me to finally let down my tears.

From the first day I laid my eyes on him up until that moment. The nights we shared, the fun we had.

Memories I knew I would never forget. He made me... happy.

Just as I pulled the door handle, I felt him grab my arm and pull me to his chest. The fragrance of his cologne and the hardness of his chest hypnotized me.

I tried wrapping my small arms around him as well as he dug his fingers into my hair and kissed my black locks.

I closed my eyes and stayed in his arms for what seemed like forever. I needed the whole world to stop just for the two of us.

"Take care of yourself," he said against my hair then held me tighter, "please."

Tears flowed down my face. We didn't let go.

I just couldn't bear the thought of living without him.

He released a little, just enough for him to kiss my forehead. Wiping his own tears, he gave me a scented handkerchief to do the same. I looked into his eyes.

Gosh...

Why did I feel so devastated? He had caused me pain so many times and made me shed endless tears.

Maybe it was because I knew he never meant to hurt me.

Because he never liked to see tears in my eyes. Because I knew he really means it when he says he loves me.

Or maybe it was because I knew I didn't know how to to live without his voice, that glister in his eyes, his gentle touch... his love.

I couldn't stop my tears.

But the king of Bail kingdom had a wife, and an heir to raise. I had to go.

"I'll take care of myself if you promise to do the same," I tried faking a smile.

"I'll try," he kept his gaze on me.

I stepped back, touching the door of the car. He understood this, nodding slowly. The need to tell him I love him one last time was overwhelming. But I kept shut, walking backwards to get into the car.

"Goodbye," I whispered, turning to leave.

"No," I heard him sob as he swiftly pulled me by my waist and crashed his lips into mine.

His actions made me cry, more than I was before.

I cried, cupping his cheeks. He slammed the car door shut and pushed my body against it. Both hands pulling me to him by my waist.

His breath was hot and his lips as soft as ever. I parted my lips, my tongue begging for contact with his.

The more he kissed me, the more I cried. I didn't want to leave him.

I love him.

My heart ached as he slowed to a stop. He looked into my glossy eyes and pecked my lips one last time.

"I love you," he whispered, still holding me ever so tightly. "And I'm sorry I couldn't be the man you wanted me to be."

A shiver was sent down my spine as he released me from his hold.

I felt so alone.

He stepped back. Without saying another word, I climbed into the car and closed the doors, winding down the tinted class.

'So this is it?' I thought as he waved goodbye.

I waved back at him.. and Rachel as the car roared to life.

'This is how our love story ends?'

(Hey hey. Is this how it ends? How can I tell, when I have no idea how it begun. Let's take a trip down memory lane. Brace yourselves, put on your helmets and tighten your seatbelts cause it'll be a bumpy ride. Pain, love, confusion, depression, murder, sex.. you'll find it all right here. I'm so excited! Let's go!)

Three years earlier...