As I woke up the next morning, I went to my bathroom, brushing my teeth, I looked to see my maid, carrying a note.
I put my toothbrush down, to see, noticing it was from Dylan, and that he wishes to see me, by the backstairs at 10:45. I look at the time to see that it's, 10:09, giving me the time to at least look presentable for whatever he wants.
So I put my hair in a French braid, and put on a yellow day dress, and then put on white flats, then leaving my room and going down the long hallway to the backstairs, in the south wing.
I walk down the stairs, checking the time at the landing. 10:40...he should be here in a couple of minutes. So while I wait, I admire the paintings, displayed, looking at the details, and taking into consideration how long it must take to get a whole painting done.
So then Dylan arrives, from the hall to the left. I then assume he was eating and was running a few minutes, late.
He then comes over to me with a worried look upon his face. "What's wrong?" I ask semi-immediately.
He swallows "You know how my 2 years of being a guard here, is almost done?" He asks, but doesn't look up at me
"Yeah...but that's not for another 3 months." I respond, confused on why he is telling me 3 months beforehand
"They are letting me go to Kent early though, because of my cousins getting sick, though." He tells me.
I look at him, my eyes growing wider "When are you leaving?"
"Plane leaves in 3 hours, so I will probably start packing right now." He sighs "And I know that I normally don't see you very often anyways, and now probably not at all...so I guess this is it."
I nod, not fully processing it, yet. But a minute later, my face turns into a frown "o-okay...I hope your cousins, feel better." I say hugging him trying not to sound weak
He hugs me back, for a while, before pulling back "I have to go." He says and then leaves.
I then go back up to my room. Noticing that I am just sad...not heartbroken, devastated, or any of that. I realize that I really only saw him as a friend and never as anything more than that, and I think he probably felt that way too.
So let's see, to check my status...I am single, but crushing...but the crushing part isn't surprising to me, it's been that way for four years now, and it will remain that way for a while. And to check other people's statuses...Well Alayna is single, at least I have her to go flirting with. And well Ryan...he's still unfortunately taken...I still don't see why he likes her. Maybe he likes blonde girls...or maybe he enjoys her need to have all attention on her...I don't know, all I know is that I officially don't like France.
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Splendor
RomanceMeet, a 16 year old girl named Fahari, and find out her perspective on being a princess, her best friend, and her best friend's brother...aka her crush.