I was almost asleep, really, ALMOST. Till I heard tapping sounds on my balcony window.
" Idiots." I muttered. Who would want to wake me in the middle of the night?
I went outside the balcony, it was a very cold night. I looked down to see if someone's messing up mother's roses again, but, nothing or no one was there. I decided to go back to my bedroom, when a pebble hit my head that made me shriek.
" Ow! What the-" was my reaction.
" Psst." a sound came from below.
" Who goes there? I have a shoe, and I am so not afraid to use it! I also have a vase! Don't make me throw it at you!" I threatened, though you could actually hear the crack in my voice.
" It's me. Deveroux."
Oh great, my royal stalker.
" What on velvet cushions are you doing here?" I whispered angrily.
" I wanted to tell you something." he whispered back.
" And what makes you think I would listen to you?" I replied.
" I am leaving tomorrow, for Spain. I just want to see you one last time." he said.
" You're leaving? But why?" I leaned lower on the edge of the balcony.
" Royal crap." he laughed. " Come down, so that I can tell you the news."
" Fine, you do have a valid reason for me to come down." I said. " This moment is so like Romeo and Juliet."
" Well, don't you like it? A guy below your balcony saying romantic lines?" he smiled.
" But the only problem is that what you said were not romantic. You hit me on the head with a pebble, scared me to death and told me you were leaving. How romantic can this one get?" I said sarcastically.
We arrived on the place he told me about. There lies a little pond , the skies were lit with millions or billions of stars. Why is he doing this for me?
" Yvanne?"
" Yes?"
" I am leaving tomorrow, and I really don't want to. But it is my duty, and I'm sorry." he looked really upset.
" It's not your fault." I said.
" Yvanne, I-" he stammered, tears were dripping down his porcelain skin.
" Sshh. It going to be alright. You will have a really good time in Spain." I said.
" I will never have a good time in Spain." he replied. " I will go to Spain because I'm betrothed to someone else."
Tears were dripping from my face, too. But why is he betrothed? Why is he bethrothed to a somebody in... Spain?
" Wha--" I couln't say anything now, I was crying.
" Yvanne, if I had freedom, you'd be the one I'd choose." he kissed my forehead.
" Why did you tell me? Why now?" I said.
" I couldn't find a better time to tell you." he replied. "Yvanne, you should know that you'll always be the one."
" I can't love someone whose heart belongs to someone else already."I said, my eyes filled with hurt and pain.
I ran away.
I ran as fast as I can. I just have to be away from this place, and I'd be fine. Why would I even care? I never loved him, or did I? But that doesn't make any sense anymore. He's betrothed to some one worthy and deserving. I am nothing compared to the girl in Spain.
But I stopped when I felt a strong grip on my arm. It was him, with tears running down his cheeks, and with eyes so red and puffy.
" Yvanne, I love you. And you should know that. You have every right to know that." he said. " Run away with me."
I was too stunned at his offer. I can't run away with him, I don't want to leave my mother behind. I'm everything she's got.
" I can't." I said.
More tears rippled down his face.
" Always remember that when the girl walks down the aisle, I'd imagine she was you."
He kissed me. And that was the kiss I'd never forget.
YOU ARE READING
On the Balcony
Romance"expect the unexpected" that's what they say. and yes, i never believed it. i should have. i met this guy and... that's for you to find out!