Entry 37:
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. If it's true... then I want all the pictures ever taken of him, so I could spend days, months, even years, talking about why I don't deserve someone so "perfect." Even though I say that I don't deserve him... I really don't want to give up my position. The way I see it, he is someone so much up the scale, that I can't reach him. It would be somewhat of a miracle if I could just see him. If this were a hierarchy, he'd be classified as a nobleman, while I get catergorized as an "Untouchable." If I were to get a picture of how distant we are, I wouldn't be able to think of any words... So are pictures honestly worth a thousand words? Or can they be explained with just one?
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I heard Zavier snap his fingers from beside me. I turned my head to face him, "What is it?" He smiled, "I know I gave you a choice on where we should go... but I came up with the perfect idea. I'll show you another place I hid." Zavier took my hand, tugging me along as he headed west-ward. We stopped at the same exact waterfall he took me to before. "Isn't this the same place you showed me?" I asked as we neared the waterfall. "Hold on," was all he said.
We were now right next to the waterfall. I could feel the cold droplets bouncing off the rocks, and softly landing on me. I watched as Zavier moved past the opening of the waterfall and the wall of rock, and disappeared. "Zavier? What are you doing?" I asked, stepping closer. He appeared by the opening again, and held his hand out to me. "Come on. I'm pretty sure you'll like this," he said. I grabbed his hand, and he guided me across the slippery, makeshift rock steps.
"So what exactly is this place?" I asked in awe. We walked into a cave, and came across a door. "It's somewhat of a second cabin," Zavier answered simply. He opened the door, and I was greeted by the sight of paintings, drawings, and pictures. "What is all this?" I asked, walking around the room. "Stuff I did over the years when I wasn't living at home... Hey, come over here..." I heard from the back of the room. I turned towards his voice, and heard a small camera noise.
Zavier held a camera in his hands, smiling at his latest picture. "Really? You could have just asked me," I said. "What's the fun in that?" he asked, smirking at me. I shook my head and smiled. "Let's go... I have new inspiration to take pictures again," Zavier said, walking out of the cave. I sighed, "We just got here, and you want to go take pictures of nature." I heard his laugh echo around the cave.
I shrugged, and as soon as I walked through the opening I heard another camera noise. "How many pictures are you going to take of me?" I asked as I jumped down from one of the rocks. "As many as I need to," he said, taking a few pictures of the waterfall. "Why do you need them?" I asked. He looked up, and flashed me another heart melting smile. "Just in case I miss you," he said. "Cheesy... very cheesy," I muttered. "I know, but you love me either way," he said, snapping a few pictures of a couple of butterflies.
I only shrugged, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He frowned at me. "How can you even say that? I mean, we just started dating, literally, a few minutes ago." I gave him a cheeky smile, "I was just messing with you, Zavier." Zavier walked up to me, and took my hand. "Honestly, how can you be such a mean person?" I shrugged again, "I just am." He laughed, and led the way back to the house.
When we reached the cabin, we sat out on the porch again. "When are we going home?" I asked. Zavier shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure. I brought us here on instinct." I stared at the ground, "Well... that Alec guy did say that he wasn't going to bother us yet." Zavier sighed, "Are you just going to trust that?" I thought for a moment, "Yes... I mean, he hasn't done anything since he contacted me." Zavier simply nodded.
"Alright. We can go back to our daily routine after we take a trip to the Royal Palace," he said, standing from his spot. "What?" I asked. "I tought I told you. We're going to borrow a book from the Royal Palace... to look for the Sector Stone," Zavier said, looking at me. "When is this happening?" I asked. "Tomorrow. Now go get some sleep, we're leaving in the early morning," Zavier said while helping me up.
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