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2/7/17

(A little early but whatever! :P)

Ouch! What just happened?

I tried to move my body, but soon realized I couldn't control my actions. Furthermore, there was a fairly handsome guy in front of me who looked to be about 17 years old. He was kneeling on one knee with a hand stretched out to me, as though proposing or trying to kiss my hand or something.

"Will you marry me?"

The man in front of me questioned tenderly as I looked at him in shock.

He really was going to propose!

He gazed expectantly at me and I tried to make some words come out of my mouth, and boy, did they come.

"I will! Oh, I truly will, Eric!"

That was not what I was expecting to happen. I was going to say, 'No thanks, buddy!'

"But..."

My body began to say hesitantly, now staring at the ground shyly.

What kind of romance story is this?! And why am I here? This must be some twisted dream!

"What is it, my love? Are you worried about something?"

The handsome man named Eric asked lovingly and a bit worried about her.

Dear Lord, is this gonna be some Romeo and Juliet story?

"My parents... Eric... They will never approve of us. My father and mother want me to marry Alphonse. Will our love succeed?"

I can't even tune out of this because it's my body! Such sappy romance is annoying. Not that I haven't begged God for even one type of romance, but this is too much! And it's not even me!

"I will find a way, Ann! Just wait for me to return triumphant!"

Eric shouted as he leapt to his feet and grinned at me. I felt my cheeks grow hot with blush, and saw his grin grow even wider as he noticed it.

"Don't worry about smart-Al, I'll convince him to persuade your parents to cancel the engagement. There must be something we can do!"

He then dashed off to some place that I have no knowledge of. My body moved forward a few half-steps and then jolted still, looking at the place where he had just been standing.

I could almost feel the sorrow that this Ann-girl was feeling.

"The marriage is already set in stone, though, Eric."

Tears streaked down our face and she broke down into sobs, kneeling by the ground for support.

It's actually really hard to watch this tragedyーit just seems too real for me to shrug it off.

After finishing her sob-session, she wiped her make-up-free face of tears. Then, she began to slowly walk in the opposite direction Eric went.

I'm assuming she's going home... But why can't I move my own body or speak? Why am I here? I didn't do anything so terrible to end up here! Did this happen to Elliot too? Ugh... Why do I have to think of Elliot at a time like this?! This is not the time... Or place!

"Angelina! Where have you been? It's been hours since you left the house and it's nearly dark, which isn't very becoming, you know! What happened to your face? It better not look this way for your wedding! What were you doing to cry so much?!"

A woman inside the kitchen screams at Angelina angrily and with frustration.

Sheesh, what a horrible woman... Her mother? Maybe an aunt? I think all she really cares about is the wedding and not the bride.

"I'm fine, mother. My face will be fine after a wash and a good night's sleep. I was at the bookstore and read a terribly sad story... That's why I was crying."

Angelina replied with a slightly hoarse voice, forcing a smile at the woman she calls her mother.

This girl is a pretty terrible liar, though, her story does sound believable. But her mother wasn't taking it.

"You met that beggar boy again, didn't you? How can you lie to me?! William! Come down here!"

She tutted at Ann's and my body in distaste and stayed right where she was, staring holes into Angelina. A man with a rather portly body emerged from a side entrance, which I assume contains stairs, and grimaced as he saw the scene before him.

"What is it now, Grace?"

His voice was full of contempt, but for who I still wasn't sure.

"This wench met that dirty beggar again and even lied to me about it! Deal out some punishment for her!"

Even her mother wouldn't dare to make Angelina do anything as punishment without her husband's consent, and that says something. How could someone so pure and sweet be born from two cruel parents?

The older man waited for a few moments, glaring at his daughter in silence. Ann's begging eyes stayed locked to her father's.

"Keep her in her room until the wedding date, and lock the windows. It's for the best anyways."

My eyes-no I mean Angelina's eyes widened in disbelief, her hope slowly slipping out of her grasp.

"Father! Please, no! Don't lock me up! I-I'll never meet him again!"

She begged incessantly, hoping something would save her from this punishment. I somehow figured this would happen after she met her mother, but it still shocks me how cliche this is. I mean, you know they're gonna lock her up anyways, right? It's just plain sense for evil people from movies or even real life.

A movie! Yeah, I bet I'm just way too engrossed in a movie! That's what's happened! It must be the case!

But I never got to hear the conclusion as I blacked out.

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