Couple years pass, And the past has seemed to catch up with Misa.
A freshmen in college, Misa reunites with grayson, telling him the secret that haunted her. Soon their love for eachother brings them together for good, because it never left.
-Sequ...
~ 7 months later ~ ______________________________________
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I have always wanted him. Even when I wasnt aware. When I was to blind to see it clearly. Even when he was standing right in front of me. Even when I didnt even know what I wanted. Before I knew him.
But it was him. It was always him. And it will forever be him.
He was the song I didn't know the lyrics to. But when I finally heard it, I understood, and i was home...Once again.
I looked at the unfamiliar being in front of me. Peculiar but Lovely.
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The vale fell down my face, shielding me from the world, but not entirely. The white fabric cascading down my body, fitting tightly and perfectly, made for me. Just like him.
I gripped onto the arm that was leading me and holding me steady, upright. Balancing me. Taking a breath as though it felt like it will be my last. "Ready?" The female voice whispered and I closed my eyes And nodded. "Ready."
*play song*
I stepped foot on the pedaled path. one step at a time, I apprised myself as we started to descend to the slow tempo of the march . Following the Red roses scattered, leading the way. I kept my gaze on my feet, to afraid to look up. Afraid? No that's not the word. More so intimidated. I could hear the murmurs and whispers of the audience as I came into view. Exposed. I could feel the blodd rush to my cheeks and My face felt hot and my chest heavy.
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It was halfway before I had the courage to look up, my body shaking for nervousness, and my breath short. it took a hot minute to adjust to my surroundings. The red roses hung in garlands, complimented with white ones as well. I tore my eyes from the distracting yet beautiful scene, scanning the familiar faces in the crowd, feeling my grin grow wide. Thats not until i found him, standing under an arch overflowing with more roses, more diaphanous. My breath hitches, my chest heavy again, and I felt a lump in my throat. He is Everything I wanted love to be.
