* The Black Prince in my Closet *

* Eight *

"Melissa is my fiance...to be married." he murmured.

And everything around me became dull. The flowers stopped floating around. The wind stopped blowing. The atmosphere changed.

My world rashed into pieces.

Why? Why am I feeling this bothering sensation? Why am I being like this when it's towards him?

Him that I met just for almost a week.

Christian...The Black Prince who first taught me that I could laugh without faking it. I could smile without hiding what I truly feel behind it.

Who is he to change my life at its greatest?

Who is he for ME?

Who am "I" for him?

"I--" I started.

"I was forced." he cut in.

I blinked. "Forced?"

"A noble should marry a noble as well. She's the daughter of the other Kingdom named: Whirlwind Kingdom. I am the son of Where Hate and Love Collides Kingdom. Bother our parents agreed to make an engagement between the two of us. I was surprised that I was already engaged to her and there's no turning back." he explained and smiled, mocking himself.

"Chris--"

"I had no other choice but to agree..."

"You can--"

He raised his head and smiled half-heratedly. "And maybe she IS the one meant to me. I might learn to love her."

That only made the world darker. And the pieces became smaller than before. That, for me, we are almost surrounded with tiny pieces of diamonds. Diamonds that are soon to fly away and never to be seen again.

There was silence which makes me deaf.

"...Is....Risa...Risa!"

I blinked as I realized that he's already shaking my shoulders and trying to bring me back to reality. Wherein the petals are still flying around us. The wind blowing. The sun shining.

"Y-Yes?"

"I know that I'm handsome but stop staring at me-- it gives me chills. You know that---OW!!!!" He yelled when I took a rose and smacked the thorns on his hand.

"And who said that you are handsome, aye? Your mirror must have broken this morning because the only guy I could right now is monster who looks like he just got out from the forest for wild animals."

"What did you just say?!" he demanded and chased after me when I started running away from him.

"Stop chasing me!!!" I yelled.

"Then, stop running away from me!" he retorted.

"If I stop, you'll do one among these: kill, murder, strangle and tickle me. And for me, all of those have the same effect on me!"

"I won't do any of those if you'll stop right now!"

"How would I know you're not lying?" I queried.

"Are you calling me a liar?" he sounded hurt but mocking it.

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. That kind of look gives all of it."

"Ok, that does it!" he shouted and I was surprised when he caught my arm and pulled me into his chest.

"Ikkk!" I exclaimed as I incidentally pushed him and we both fell on the ground at the same time. Him under me and I on top of him.

How many times have we been on an awkward position this day?

And when did I start being clumsy?

"You smell...like irises..." he whispered as he closed his eyes. "I like irises." He mumbled and smiled. 

That's true. We have irises at home and I am the one who waters them so I have their smell.

My favorite flower is iris anyway.

"Yeah. My favorite flower is iris and we have some in our garden. I am the one who waters them." I blurted out and blushed.

Ugh, when did I start being so talkative?

He smiled again at me and that made my heartbeat faster than normal. He chuckled before looking down at me. His eyes widened and then his cheeks became pinkish. "You know I think, we should stand up now."

My cheeks reddened and I rapidly stood up and almost fell again upon feeling dizzy because of suddenly standing up.

He caught me in his arm and I couldn't help raising my eyes on him. His grayish-blue eyes captivating me in every way possible. His warmth and strenght surrounds me. His is penetrating to the bone.

And those lips I just kissed.

Even though, he just said that he's already engaged...how could he show such a smile to me? And kiss me passionately?

Why does my heart beats fast when he's near?

Who is he for me?

Who am I for him?

I hate love.

I hate love.

I LITERALLY HATE LOVE.

I don't believe in prince charmings.

I don't believe in prince charmings.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN PRINCE CHARMINGS!

But when he appeared on my closet...everything changed.

Could this feeling mean that....

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I, Clarrisa Sarafine Brown, have fallen in-love with Christian Damien Foribor?

A/N: Sorry for the late update and thanks for the read! And sorry for the short and boring chapter. T.T

I am updating the others later and publishing new ones if I have time!

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