Not a love story

Prologue

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I pass by the grand double doors as it leads me to a rounded stone terrace. 

"My princess..." A man in a white polo and a black suit yelled from the bottom to get my attention. He was 4 levels below. As I look down, I realize the red gown I had on. It was puffy and my shoulders were shown. 

Our eyes met and I saw the glow in his. I saw hope, trust, faith and most of all love. A smile creeps up my lips softly showing my femininity. He laughs at my irresistible cuteness and innocence. 

"Why are you here?" I yelled silently if that was possible. My upper body leans on the rails.

"To see you, my princess." He answers in such a loud voice as if he wanted to tell the whole world that I was his. Only his.

A finger flies to my lips telling him to hush. "Why see me? Why now, it is late at night." I say staring at the starry nights then back to him. He smiles and simply replied with a helpless attitude.

"I missed you!" He screams. "I am missing you like crazy!" He continues with a loud voice. Butterflies flew around my stomach and I felt the angels starting to giggle. Red roses raise up to my cheeks and my tongue wets my red lips. My hands travel to my face covering it. 

"My princess!" He screams once again making me look back at him releasing my hands from my face.

 "I love you!" 

"I love you too!"

"I am crazy in love with you!"

"And so am I!"

Leaves and vines crawl up to my castle covering my background with a rose-filled garden and pure greenery. 

"Let's run away together!"

Birds sang a love song while we only stared at each other stuck in each others eyes. 

"Let's be together forever!"

Everything was so magical so beautiful and so-

"What the-"

and... such a wonderful moment for just him and I...

"Don't dare continue."

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"I hate you!" I scream at my dick of a friend.

She laughs. "Not my fault, you know I hate that shit."

"Hey! Romance is not shit." "Yes, it is." "No! it ain't." "Yes, it is!" "No!" "Yes" "No" We continued to argue. 

"Girls!" A teacher screams at us. I bow and apologize while she just rolled her eyes at the teacher.

"This is my sad romantic book, it is called a love story." I told her as I showed the drew on cover with just a pencil on it. She smiles with a creepy side on it. 

"Something is missing..." I look at her with a head tilted to my right. I tried to read on her face what she wanted to do but I couldn't seem to figure out what it is.

She reaches her pocket and pulls out a black permanent pen. 

"This" She uncaps the pen and places the tip on the cover. She starts to write quickly. She had already written on the paper before I could have reacted.

"Wait... what are you doing! Stop tha- NO! NO! NO!"