“John! Where are you taking me?” I asked my boyfriend of three years, as he dragged me to God only knows where.
“You’ll see,” he replied back. From what I could tell from behind the blindfold, we were outside. I could hear jazz flowing on the light breeze of the hot summer evening, and the smell of pastries getting stronger as we walked on. I could feel John’s strong hand gently encasing mine. I could feel my cheeks heat up.
Suddenly he stopped walking, as did I. The smell of a freshly cooked meal in the distance danced around my nose, causing my stomach to gurgle its approval. I could hear a light chuckle coming from my left, figuring it was John.
“Alright, you can look now.” The blindfold was lifted off my eyes, and I was met with the most beautiful sight anyone in love could behold. In front of me was the most beautiful candlelit dinner I ever saw. It was set up on a raised ledge with a balcony that looked out to the Mississippi river with the full moon glinting off it. On the table, there were two candles, and two chairs, just for us. Lights made their way around four wooden posts, making it bright and even more wonderful. It was mesmerizing.
“So… What do you think?” John snapped me out of my trance, looking at me, a bit nervous. I smiled at him and flung my arms around him. He chuckled again, returning the embrace.
I pulled back, took his hand in mine, and walked over to the table. Like the gentleman he was, John helped me into my chair before getting into his.
“Oh, my gosh, John! This is beautiful.” I smiled at him lovingly. “Thank you.”He smiled at me, and said, “Anything for you.” I smiled again, as he reached across the table, touching my hand. Suddenly, two waiters came out with the food, surprising me. The waiters left and John and I launched into conversation. We laughed, and had a wonderful evening. As we talked and brought up past memories, I couldn’t help but drift off into my own memories of our time together. The day I ran him over in the hallways of our high school, senior year. The day we became best friends. The day we entered the same collage together. The day he held me in his arms when my brother died. The day he confessed to me, a year after we graduated college. The day we went farther than a kiss.
Each and every day.
Loving John was what I always dreamed of and more. He’s the one and only for me. I love him. I love him. I love him.
“Kate?” I was suddenly pulled back into reality as John said my name. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. “Yeah?”
“You were staring off into space again,” he said with a small laugh. I blushed and gave him a sheepish smile. He shook his head, smiling. “Well anyway, since we’re done with dinner, do you want to get some, oh I don’t know… beignets?” he said playfully with that devilish smile of his I loved so much. I could feel my eyes light up. At that, beignets were set in front of us and I dug straight in. We sat there, eating in complete silence. And for some reason, I couldn’t meet his eyes…
I heard John drop his fork suddenly and stand up. I looked up at him with surprise, which turned into confusion. I swallowed the beignet I had in my mouth and said, “What’s wrong?”
John just smiled at me with his hand outstretched. Not really sure as to what to do, I took his hand and slowly rose from my seat. He led me to the balcony and looked out to the river, his back to me. I stared at his back still holding his hand. Slightly nervous, I walked up next to him looking out to the beautiful reflection of the moon.
I glanced in his direction, noticing his eyes pointedly averted from mine. A blush was creeping up his neck. With a pang of dread, I turned my head at him with terror on my face. He turned his too, surprised.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, kind of fast. He was taken aback for a minute, but then looked down, holding my left hand with both of his.
“Kate… I love you. A lot. But, I don’t know if us being together in a dating relationship is right for us…” He still wouldn’t look into my eyes.
My worst fears had been realized. He was breaking up with me.
I pulled my hand back, horrified. He snapped his head up, the blush still on his face. I took a few steps back, as John looked at me with his brown eyes full of confusion and concern.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, trying to read me. I didn’t answer. He asked again, but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see or even hear anything around me. All I could see was his face.
“No… This can’t be happening…” I said. I took a step forward, angry. “How can you do this to me? I love you John! You can’t break up with me!” I was practically shouting. John looked shocked for a second, but then his mouth turned into a wide grin and he started to laugh. I stood there utterly confused. “What…”
After a few moments hunched over, trying to catch his breath, John stood straight and pulled me into a tight embrace. For some reason, I couldn’t fight out of it. My mind wasn’t willing. I looked up into his eyes, trying to find an inkling of truth that would explain this whole ordeal. He stared back at me lovingly, pulled back, and got down on one knee.
Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘Oh my God!! That’s so romantic!! You should shower him with kissed and endless love!!’
I stood there, emotionless, trying to process everything. In truth, it really just made me want to punch him. He chuckled and said, “When I meant us being in a dating relationship wasn’t right for us, I meant we should be in a matrimonial relationship…” He pulled out a little black box from his pocket, and opened it, revealing a simple, yet beautiful, square diamond ring with smaller diamonds on the band. It was breath taking. “Kate, I don’t want to date you anymore, because I want to be able to be with you every day of my life. Not separated from time to time, but together sleeping in the same bed, going through the up’s and down’s, and all around being as one. So, Kate Mia Charles, will do me the honor, of being my wife?”
I. Was. Speechless.
I couldn’t say anything, because I feared that I would say the wrong thing. So instead, I decided to use my actions. I could tell he was a nervous-wreak, looking up at me with fear of rejection. I internally smiled and calmly said, “John, stand up.”
He did as he was told and was about to say something when I smacked him across the face. He was stunned. I was mentally laughing at his expression, but my face told a different story. I could feel tears of happiness, relief, and anger spilling over my face all at once. John slowly turned his face to me, about to say something, again, when I interrupted him. I grabbed him by his shirt, and forcefully planted my lips on his. I could feel him stiffen, but then relax into it. We pulled back, catching our breath, and I couldn’t help but smile.
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So... yeah!! This is a new thang i just wanted to do so... there ya go!! Um... as I said Past Pain may or may not be terminated... if you are reading this now, GO CHECK IT OUT!!! I really want ppl to be interested in it, but I'm kinda bored with it unless i get a pick me up... (wink, wink) ;)
Anyway, this story group will just be a collection of one (or more) shots, that will include a large range of genres... JUST WAIT AND SEE!!!! Please comment, vote, or even fan me!! (Constructive criticism is acceptable.) If you do so, I SHALL GIVE YOU VIRTUAL CAKE!!! Also, for future reference, I'm going to rate it PG-13 for language...
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