little short stories

Be my queen?

   She was blue. I was black. She shined like a thousand stars. I hid in the shadows of my own darkness. She was beautiful, her brunette hair, her crystal clear eyes, everything about her was magical. I admire her from the distance, not allowing myself to talk to her. I didn't even know her name, but I didn't need it to know that it was beautiful. Once I talked to her in my dreams. "Be my queen?" I asked "only if you are mine" she simply replied. I woke up expecting that dream was real, but it wasn't. Days passed, weeks, even months in which I hid behind a tree looking at her while she read. One February the 11th I came up to her, with no apparent reason. I didn't know what I was doing; my body was just tired of waiting. I stood in front of her and she looked up at me with a confused look. I was searching in my head what to do and only three words came out of my mouth, "Be my queen?" She stared at me for five seconds, but it felt like ages and I ran, without giving her the chance to answer. After five years I still regret doing that. I'm still the same lonely girl I was before. No changes at all. The possibility of her liking me back still hunts me every day.

Today when I went to sleep I had the same dream, but I didn't let it bother me. That exact same day I was walking down the street of my neighborhood and this time a beautiful girl came to me and said "Only if you are mine". Then it came to me, it was her. It was her and she remembered. I felt that my head was going to explode, so I just smiled and she leaned in until our lips collide. I always hear that you feel butterflies when you are with your special someone, but I didn't feel them. I felt something new, something nice and different. My cheeks were turning red and I couldn't stand still. When she pulled back I stared at her lovingly "Alice" she said as she extended her hand I took it and said "Emma".

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By: DelilahApple