"Do you know how hard it is being a girl?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"I am one."
I turn and look at him with the most shocked face ever. He doesn't look. Darn.
"What's the worst part of being a girl for you?"
"Giving birth."
"You have kids?"
He nods. "Thirteen."
"That's a lot."
"You're telling me."
"I have kids too."
"How many?"
"A half."
He stops walking and turns to me, as confused as can be. I was confused too when I found out.
"Are they deformed or something?"
"No, I'm pregnant," I tell him as I put my hand on my stomach like pregnant people do.
"You're married?"
"No."
"Then how the fuck...?"
"The same way you have thirteen kids, things just happen."
The slight playful tone comes back into his voice. "When did you find out?"
"Eight days ago."
He side eyes me.
"I knew you were with that guard a little too much."
I can't help but laugh from how stupid this whole conversation is.
"Definitely him, the guard who never talked or looked at me."
"Sounds like the dream man."
"Exactly."
He looks at the map before turning slightly to the right and walking that way, I follow him.
"What's it like having a little brother?"
He shrugs.
"That was the most informative and meaningful answer I've ever heard. The soul in my heart has been touched and I'm in tears."
"You're welcome."
My goodness. The sun is setting in front of us. It's so pretty. The sky is dark blue, purple, red, all the pretty colors.
"Tell me your age or get boot dirt in your hair when I throw it at you."
"Twenty-eight."
"You're old."
He nods. Wow. He doesn't look that old though.
"Are you actually that old?"
"No."
"Then why'd you lie?"
"So, you know what it feels like."
"You've lied to me before."
He shakes his head.
"The first step of acceptance is denial."
"Okay."
He already accepted that he's also a liar. That was quick.
There's this giant tree with beautiful purple flowers littering the branches that point in every direction. The grass around it is especially high, accessorized with many white flowers. I walk over to the tree. The wood is old as the trunk is wide. There are ridges and indents covering it.
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The Runaway
Fantasy19-year-old Vivienne is taken away from her kingdom on a little trip gone wrong. What happens when she meets a mysterious man who won't tell her about himself or comes and goes as he pleases? Will she ever get back to her home or be stuck in this ki...
