Re-Loving You | Garmau

Re-Loving You; Prologue

She had a destiny.

He didn't.

She was a descendant.

He wasn't.

She was special.

He wasn't.

But She thought He was.

They sat there on the curb of the brick street. A boy and a girl, both children, telling stories of their outrageous dreams. Horses galloped by with carriages being used by rich people, usually stuck up. It was a quiet day today as usual, a quiet spring day. The two children sitting on the curb were decorated with scratches and bruises from all the adventures they would do together.

Men and women with powdered wigs resting on their heads and dressed in rich-like clothes walked by and scowled at the children. How could their parents ever let them out of the house with scratches and bruises and dirtied clothes with patched like that? Why are they in a wealthy town dressed like that?

The little girl knew that they thought this. The boy didn't. He was free to be careless and eventually have a normal life. She wasn't.

"Excuse me children," the duo turned their heads to see another rich man about to criticize the way the dressed. "Where are your parents?"

The girl huffed and stood up, looking up at the tall and chunky bald man. "Listen here ye bald eagle, if ye don't like what'cha see then don't look! Got it, chap?"

The man looked surprised, so did the few people that were walking by and just so happened to hear her.

The boy stood up,"S-Sorry! She's a bit cranky today!" He said, grabbing her forearm. She pulled it away and growled.

"Don't try and apologize, Garroth! These rich people don't care about us commoners!" She yelled, tears in her little beady eyes as she ran off to her home. Which was in this same town. The boy, Garroth sighed and apologized to the man once more and ran after her.

She stormed into her mother's house. A small elegant house big enough for the two of them. Her mother wasn't her. No. Her mother was out, working for The Man. He's not to be messed with. He rules over everyone in the kingdom of Ru'aun.

He's cruel.

He's dark.

He's scary.

But she wasn't afraid.

She stood in her doorway, not knowing why she ran. Not knowing what she was or wanted to do.

"Aphmau? What was that??" Garroth scolded from behind her. She turned around and saw the small boy crossing his arms,"We could have gotten in trouble...again!" She rolled her eyes at his protest. Such a small child. He doesn't understand everything like she does.

She's a child.

Yet she knows so much.

She knows what awaits her.

She knows what awaits him.

"Garroth," She averted her eyes down to the ground,"You promise me you'll never leave? You promise me not to leave like father had done right? You promise not to leave, right?"

Garroth changed his expression from tiny-pouty-child to surprised. Where was this coming from all of a sudden? Nonetheless he decided to answer anyway,"Of course not! My mom and dad aren't planning on leaving anytime soon!"

She looked up and gave him a weak smile, her eyes already watering from what she was seeing.

She was seeing everything.

Everything that's going to happen.

"And what if you do?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit.

"Then I'll always remember you!"

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"Promises are hard to keep. But it's better keeping them and forgetting them than breaking them and remembering them."