Book 3: Memories & Journal Entries

Tears Under the Stars

June 29th, X765 6am

Dear Diary,

I have to tell you something very important.

My mother had been acting very weirdly lately. Like she's been keeping a close eye on me. I think she knows I'm sneaking off. She just doesn't know where.

So I've had to be more careful when sneaking off at night. I hope she never finds out about what I'm doing.

But anyway, I had gotten out of bed, getting my robe, because it gets very cold at night. And slipping my feet into my slippers. I then put my long blonde hair that went down to my waist in ponytail.

After I got ready to go into the dark I walked over to the book case, and opened the secret hallway up. I then slipped through the bookcase, and went down.

It was colder than usual. But that didn't stop me. I walked down the path, my hands feeling the walls as I went down the dark path. But I soon found our secret garden.

I walked out to see him with out his cape. He had muscular arms, a six pack, and his jawline was perfect. I could feel my cheeks burn. My heart was beating fast.

His silver hair glowed a gray-blue from the shinning moon, and stars against the deep blue night ski. He looked like a god. I wanted nothing more than to hug him. The pond in front of him, held his reflection, like a angel holding the last star.

I was frozen in place by how handsome he looked. I had to force my legs to move. As I got closer he turned his head to me. His red eyes that usually shown bright were dim with the night ski. He smiled, at me as I got closer to him.

"Hey thought you weren't coming?" He said as I sat next to him. "No it was just hard to get away. My mother has become suspicious." I said looking down at the pond.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that he looked at me with Pity? Sadness? And then he looked up at the ski. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. "I figured that was it." He said not taking his eyes off the sky.

I looked up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. He breathed in and then breathed out. "It was hard for me to get here to night. And for the past week. So this might be the last." He said looking down closing his eyes.

I felt my heart stop. What was he saying? Was he going to leave? I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it. "I know what your thinking. And your right. This is the last night we can meet." He said with sadness in his voice.

I looked at him, my eyes widening. No this can't be!! I thought. I could feel tears treating to fall. I didn't want him to leave. He was the one I loved. I wanted to be with him.

But, I knew that couldn't happen. He had told me his real name a few months ago and the reason why we couldn't be seen in public with each other. He told me this when I asked if he could meet me in the market, in the day light.

But, now he was leaving me. My eyes were beginning to tear up more.

"No please!! Don't go!! Please!!" I saw as I grab onto his arm startling him. Tear were falling down my cheeks. "Please! Please!!" I cry.

I didn't want him to leave. I loved him!!

"Layla. Please I have to. It's for your own good. You could get caught. I don't want-" He was unable to finish his sentence."I don't care!!" I cried harder.

"Please....Please stay with me. Please..." I say as more tears fell down my cheeks. what happened next surprised me. He hugged me. My face pressed up against his chest. I could here his heart beat.

"Layla do you think I want to do this? I don't want to leave either, but I can't let you get hurt. Or in trouble!!" He said his grip on me tightening. I hugged him back. "Then one more night. Please. Tomorrow night, and then......" He couldn't finish his sentence.

It was too much for him. 'The End." I hated that. When a fairy tale came to an end. When something so wonderful, just ended. But, this fairy tale doesn't end with a happy ending. This ending ends in tears of heart brake.

We stayed in each other's arms until, the sun began to rise. He let go, planting a small kiss on my forehead. "Till tonight my Princess." He said as he jumped over the wall.

I forced myself to go back to my room. I had to. I needed sleep and I need to cry.

And so here I am. Writing this to you.

-Layla.