Michelle || clifford

prologue.

prologue.

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he threw pebbles at her window, it was four in the morning.

when she came to her balcony, she wiped her eyes sleepily. in her white sleeping gown, he thought she looked like an angel.

"michael?" she asked in her thick french accent.

"michelle...i came to serenade you." he told her in english.

"i don't understad," she replied in french, with a shrug on her shoulders. on her beautiful face was a frown.

he made a hand signal for her, saying, "wait." picking up his guitar in his hands, he pointed to it, "serenade. for you." he pointed at her with a warm smile.

she watched it from her balcony, her eyes sparkling with excitement. as he began to strum his guitar in the song she shared the same name of, he began to sing to her, "michelle, ma belle, these are words that go together well. my michelle."

he knew she couldn't understand what he was singing to her, but he knew for sure she would understand the next part. it was the very same line he had jus sang, but translated into french. "michelle, ma belle, sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble. tres bien ensemble. i love you, i love you, i love you. that's all i want to say, until i find a way, i will say the only words i know that you'll understant."

"je t'aime, michael." she told him, in the language of love, with tears streaming down her face.

and to him, those were definitely words that went together well.

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FINALLY, AFTER SO LONG.

POSTING THE PROLOGUE FOR THIS BOOK.

I THINK I'M GONNA MAKE IT A SHORT STORY, ONLY BECAUSE SHORT STORIES SEEM TO COME EASIEST TO ME.

ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.

THANK YOU FOR READING.

I LOVE YOU.

-CLARY xx