I leaned on my balcony, feeling the cold air and looking at the night sy glittered with diamonds. Everything seems peaceful, after what happened. I still can't shake off the pain in me. And I can't take mom's story off my head. I breathed the minty air and savored its lasting scent.
" Psssst!" there it goes again. My heart skipped a beat as I heard it.
" Deveroux?" I called.
" Yvanne, it's me." he replied.
I ran downstairs, my nightgown flowing under my feet. Tears welled up my eyes, and a big smile spread across my face. It was him, at last.
" Deveroux!" I cried, as I flung my arms around him. " I though you were gone! What happened?"
" The bride didn't want to get married. So they called it off." he said, smiling.
I smiled, as the tears trickled down my mouth.
" Yvanne?" he called.
" Yes?" I can't help smiling.
He bent down and took my hand. My heart stopped beating, seriously.
" Will you marry me?" he asked.
" I--" I stammered.
" And if I marry you, I don't have to pretend to be happy. I don't have to imagine the bride's you. I don't have to fake anything. I don't have to make-believe." he said.
" Yes." I finally said it.
" And before anything else," he said. " I stalked you for awhile now. Remember the weird sound under your balcony? Yep, that was me." he confessed.
I can't help but laugh.
And well, you could say it was a happily ever after.
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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!
