The Prince And The Pauper || Mysme Fanfiction

Prologue

The bud of our love will swell up during the summer wind, and blossom into a beautiful flower next time we meet.

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September 9th, 13 years ago...

"Happy birthday!"

The entire party hall was decorated with the most extravagant of flower bouquets, presents and ornaments. Everyone wore their most expensive attires as they either lifted their glasses of wine or clapped their hands politely as they cheered for the star of the party, standing in the middle of the room within the arms of his loving family. His parents gave him a tight hug as his  sister smooched him on the cheek, gigling like a playful child. A small smile crept on his face, but his glistening turquoise eyes betrayed his expression, that did not go unoticed by his raven-haired best friend who was standing a few inches away from him.

Anyone who knew the young boy personally knew that he was not the kind of person to take anything for granted. Even at such an age, he was already aware of the environnement he was born in and he saw it as a gift that should be cherished and not wasted. He protested against being spoiled; he didn't want to turn out like those who commoners shamed. He wanted to become a brilliant child with his own skills and talents, not family background. His best friend didn't really understand why, as money was what earned you the utmost respect from society. The young boy only chuckled at the thought and taught him how money couldn't buy everything, such as pure love or friendship, or even happiness.

Of course, he wasn't happy, even when his family and friends showered him with love. His heart yearned for the normal life where he could hang around with normal people in the everyday life, eating the delicious normal food that his mother would cook for him, volunteering in public activities, anything that was in the opposite world.

Because even if commoners didn't have as much fortune as he- no, his family did, at least they were happy and satisfied with their own stable lives. He wished he could have that normal life, instead of the press, fame, high-class parties and luxury.

That was why he loved doing things that were not related to his social standing. His most favourite hobbies of all was collecting art and photography. He loved beautiful things. He saw the world differently through camera lenses and through artistic canvas. It was quite suprising to everyone in his entourage that he loved such things at such a young age, but his parents supported his dreams and allowed him to go to a public school instead of a private school. There, he had the liberty of studying things he liked and everyone admired his passion. His best friend enrolled in the same school because eventually, he was going to need all of the moral support he would need, and best friends stick together, right? Even if it was quite funny at the beginning, adjusting to the common environnement.

"What are 'donuts'? Are they some sort of large rings with strange decorations? How can anyone wear those on their ring fingers?"

"No, I think they're rather a sort of edible bracelets...Let's try eating them!"

In the end, he was glad his family let him live his school life like a normal person. Because he met her.

"Is that Leonardo da Vinci? Oh wait, I know! It's Michael Angelo, isn't it?"

"Um...Y-yes! You're r-right! H-how did you know...?"

"Hehe! I like studying about Art too!"

She was so kind and intelligent. They first met when he was sitting on a bench under a tree in the school's courtyard, munching slowly on an apple as he stared at one of the paintings on a photo he took at a museum inside his favourite photo album, when suddenly a pair of golden hues met his gaze, her hazelnut brown hair floating in the wind. She looked like an angel, a beautiful angel with the light of the sun inside her eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

He would never forget that smile.

They slowly got to know each other a little bit as they sat and talked about Art and its history, his photography hobby and her drawing hobby. Her voice was soft and sweet just like honey, and her laugh, oh, her melodious laugh. Music to his ears.

But he didn't get to ask for her name when suddenly the bell rang and she hurried to class whilst shooting him her signature heartfelt smile over her shoulder. He didn't stand up and stop her, he just stared as her small sillhouette dissapeared inside the building.

How he wished he had.

The days went by and he never catch a glimspe of her or ever heard of her again. He suddenly felt empty, as if someone had dug a hole inside his heart. He missed her laugh, he missed her smile. He wanted those golden eyes to gaze at him again; he felt like he was looking at the Sun. His Sun.

He told his best friend about her and they started to look for her through their own connections. He didn't want to invade any privacy though; he just want to at least know where she lived. He wanted to ask her why she didn't come to school anymore. Did something happened that day after their first encounter? Was it because he said something wrong? Oh no, was she creeped out because of him? He remembered beaming at her everytime she started talking....goodness, where were his manners?!

Finally, his best friend gave him the address of her house. He was told to wait for a moment, because there was something he should know about her house and her family that only some people around her entourage at school knew, and he took the news worse than what his best friend had predicted. He was so desperate to catch up to her that he took off by his own, not one word of explanation to his parents and his chancellor.

Screech!

The Mercedes arrived inside a somewhat small neighborhood, all the way at the outskirts of the city. The people curiously peeked out the window, some even stopped in their tracks and gathered around the expensive car, wondering what was a young teenager of a wealthy family doing in the other side of town. He jumped out as the driver opened the door, and to his horror, it seemed that he was too late. His turquoise hues widened in shock and sadness at he stared at the board sign attached to the front door of what was her home....or what used to be her home until the day before.

HOUSE SOLD.