On the Balcony

He's not mine

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.