The Runaway

Chapter 60 (Last Chapter!!!)

A/N: This chapter, the last chapter, this is so bittersweet to type, is in Sylvian's point of view. I wanted to end it with him seeing Vivienne's kingdom, and customs since I started the book off with Vivienne seeing his kingdom and stuff. I also feel like it's owed to him since he has stayed by her side. I plan this chapter to be 3 times the length of the average, enjoy.

On the horizon it is. A wall stands in front of buildings, many buildings. Most are covered by green. If it wasn't for the shine of the palace, it would have been more field. The setting sun darkens the kingdom's silhouette.

"Catch me," her beautiful voice from beside me says.

"What?"

"You have to get me." She runs off, laughing. She doesn't run as fast as she did before. After a short distance she hits the ground, laying on her stomach and accepting defeat. "I meant to lay here!"

I walk over against my own wishes and drag my fingers across her back, causing her to cringe from the feeling. "Got you."

"Not fair," she mumbles into the grass. The sun highlights her messy hair, having it shine a bolder red than it actually is.

I would lay next to her, watch the curiosity and admiration grow in her eyes. Watch the fatigue settle in her features and stress ruin her, but we are here. We're here.

At safety, safety on the other side of that wall, if they like me. If not, I shall venture into the unknown alone this time. As the lights grow brighter and music grows louder, my thoughts ponder in worry.

Will these people accept me? See me as difference or someone they don't like? A nuisance? She could have lied to me, used my feelings against me.

A reverse kidnapping? The kidnapped becoming the perpetrator? That would be interesting.

"You forgot me," her voice is strained and hushed. Carrying all the weight her knees don't want to.

I turn around. She staggers over. Once beside me, I hook my arm across her back to help hold her up with the little energy I have left.

"Thanks. Walking is hard, you know?"

"I do." The grass shines beautifully. She won't stop staring at me.

"You better say that at our wedding."

She talks about us getting married often, even our hands. How do I tell her I do not wish to get married? It only leads to fighting, misery. I don't want to fight her, be mean to her or vice versa. She deserves happiness... "Wedding?"

"Yes. It'll be beautiful." An adoring smile reaches her face. She is always beautiful. When we first met to now.

I nod. The pain burdens me. To lay on the ground, rot away forever, watch the sun disappear behind the walls in front of us. To not bother her anymore, not be a bother to anyone there. Yet...

To feel love, warmth from others. To wake up around people that are nice, watch people be people and hear things. To be included in activities and remembered. To not have my sobs echo in empty rooms, to be with people that don't want me ruined.

Will they let me keep waking up next to her every day? Will I be told off? Separated from everyone?

The unicorns... Please mother, see the unicorns with me, don't let me see them out of pity, by myself. Stay with me.

She has to stay with me too, her warmth and soft voice. Her hatred for boots and marshmallows and honey obsession. Her sword named Penelope, whether that is true or not. All of her, she is all I have. Zephyr will get here soon, maybe Callista.