My guardian, I think. I can’t grasp the fact that he thinks he is my guardian. Why would I need a guardian there is nothing special about me. I know I should trust, I can feel my heart and my mind pushing me towards trusting him but I don't at least not completely, only because I’m not even sure if he is my guardian. I know that he is good though it’s just this gut feeling I have. I turn over reposition myself on the ground, laying my head on the bushy damp moss that lay beneath me. My sluggish brain tries to stay awake and go over everything that has happened today but my tired body just shut down, as my eyes flicker shut, but I try to stay in contact with the world, I didn’t want to wake up and think that all of this was a dream because I know tonight changed my life. As soon as I feel soft fingers run through my long hair, warmth and safety clings to me consumes me and I hear him whisper, "Sleep well." Just that small tender touch caused me to have one of the best sleeps ive had in a while.
‘Where am I?’ I think to myself while yawning. ‘I must've fallen asleep out here while hunting. ‘While I thinking about the odd dream I had last night, I sit up and gather my bearings. ‘Why would I dream of a boy?’ I shake my head in disgust. ‘I’m turning into one of those girls, the ones Emily tells me about. She's told me before about girls her mother used to hang around. They're very gross and all they do is talk about foolish things like boys how there life is consumed with fantasies that involve boys that hardly ever come true.
"Oh, you're awake!" a familiar voice exclaims behind me. I immediately freeze before snapping my head up in surprise and standing up quickly to face him. All my brain keeps repeating is that it wasn’t a dream and that I never dreamt up this imaginary boy.
"Oh my gosh!" I say with my mouth gaping stumbling back a few steps and running my finger through my hair. ‘This can’t be real’ I think, as I take in the fact that this tall, tan boy is standing in front of me smiling.
I remember my dad telling me stories about Cinderella at bedtime, but in this moment I can fully understand the extent of how she felt when she laid eyes on her prince for the first time.
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The Key to our Tree (NOT GOING TO FINISH)
Pertualangan"Shh, keep your head down.", I whispered to Emily. "Why? Wait, do you see him...?", Emily said while peeking over the bush. With her light blond hair reflecting the moon light, she'll surely give us away, so I pull her back down behind the bush, b...
