1-Miss XV -Leonora and Natalia

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by Ameliashepherdwife

by Ameliashepherdwife

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense trees. Leonora and Natalia, best friends since their Miss XV days, had ventured into the forest, chasing a fleeting memory from their childhood.

"Are you sure this is the right path?" Leonora asked, her voice echoing.

Natalia squinted at the moss-covered signpost. "I think so. But it's been years."

They'd heard whispers—a legend of an enchanted glade where wishes came true. And so, fueled by nostalgia and curiosity, they'd set off, their laughter echoing through the ancient trees.

But now, the forest closed in, its branches like gnarled fingers. The path twisted, and the signposts seemed to mock them. "Lost?" one read, pointing in both directions.

Leonora shivered. "Maybe we should turn back."

Natalia shook her head. "We're close. I can feel it."

As night fell, the forest transformed. Fireflies danced, illuminating hidden paths. Leonora's heart raced. "Natalia, what if—"

"—what if we find our wishes?" Natalia finished. "What would you wish for?"

Leonora hesitated. "To relive our Miss XV days. To feel that magic again."

"And you?" Natalia asked.

"To find love," Leonora admitted. "Real love."

They walked on, their footsteps soft on the moss. The air grew colder, and Leonora's breath misted. "Natalia, do you hear that?"

A haunting melody floated through the trees—a piano, distant yet achingly familiar. Natalia's eyes widened. "It's the song from our quinceañera."

They followed the music, deeper into the forest. And there, in a moonlit clearing, stood an ancient oak. Its bark bore etchings—wishes, perhaps, from others who'd ventured here.

Natalia touched the tree. "What's your wish, Leonora?"

"To dance," Leonora whispered. "One last dance."

And as if the forest heard, the piano swelled. Leonora twirled, her dress billowing, and Natalia joined her. They moved like they were sixteen again—their laughter, their dreams, all woven into the steps.

But then, Natalia stumbled. Her ankle twisted, and she winced. "I can't go on."

Leonora knelt beside her. "We'll find a way out. Together."

They rested against the ancient oak, their breaths misting in the cold. Natalia's eyes sparkled. "You know, Leonora, I've loved you all these years."

Leonora blinked. "What?"

Natalia laughed, her voice fragile. "Not just as friends. More."

And in that enchanted glade, surrounded by whispers and moonlight, Leonora leaned in. Their lips met—a kiss that tasted of wishes fulfilled and lost time.

Morning found them still lost, but hand in hand. The forest had shifted, revealing a path. As they emerged, Leonora glanced back at the ancient oak. "Our wish came true."

Natalia squeezed her hand. "And yours?"

Leonora smiled. "I found love."

They stepped into the sunlight, their hearts lighter. The enchanted forest faded behind them, but the memory—the kiss—lingered.

And so, Leonora and Natalia returned to the world, forever changed by a forest that whispered secrets and granted wishes.