Our Promise

Dominic

Recap:

My fate is now all up to Dominic. I sent a small prayer to him so that hopefully he will remember about me and the promise he made with the rings that he now has. I looked down at my hand and felt the emptiness of the one finger that used to have the ring on it.

Dominic please. Remember.

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Dominic's POV

Moving? What is she talking about?

I looked at the ring on my finger and the other ring which was in my hand.

Clara Jones, what are you doing to me. I was currently in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. The moment she said that she was going to go away I remember how my heart hurt but most importantly I remember the tears that came out of my eyes.

I never liked crying in front of people. Everyone always wonders why is it so bad that guys cry in front of girls and the truth is that we always feel that we have to be stronger than girls because one day when the girls cry in front us, we want to be strong enough to catch their tears before it hits the ground. I always felt the need to protect Clara because I never wanted her to feel sad, not when I'm with her.

Everything that I said to her was true. All my life I had maids as my friends. I never once had real friends because they always used me for my money. That one girl will always haunt my dreams.

I remember when I was just six years old and I went in this strange yet beautiful meadow filled with more flowers than my entire garden, and trust me that is a lot. I went through a cave and saw a huge waterfall. I was passing through the meadow when I spotted a young girl that looked about four years old. I saw her holding a flower crown and looking at her reflection in the river stream. I remember the exact words that fell from her lips.

Maybe I can be a princess in my imagination.

That one sentence earned me a friend but she was more than that. Much more than just a friend.

She was the most beautiful girl I ever layed eyes on. She had light brown waves and chestnut brown eyes. She had a cute button nose and a dress. She was so beautiful that I did not even notice at first that she was covered in mud. I did not notice that she was crying because she was just stunning.

I felt anger when she told me that she was getting bullied. I felt anger to a random stranger that I never met for hurting such an innocent girl like herself. All I wanted to do was to protect her. That night, I made a vow to myself that I would protect her from anything and anyone.

The only problem right now is that I am trying to figure out her name. What was her name and why can I not remember.

That was the only thing that I could think back to when I was six years old. I spent two years with that girl. I shared with her memories that I hope I will remember forever.

Clara said to think back to when I was eight years old.

I ran towards my parents room and opened the door with so much power that it slammed against the wall.

"What is it honey?" my mother asked as she started to walk towards me.

"Nothing mom I was just wondering, what was the age when I moved in with cousin Felix."

I watched as my mother looked at my father and then back at me. "You were eight years old Dominic." she responded. When she looked at my hands her breathing faltered.

"Where did you get that ring on your finger hun?" she walked up to me slowly but I just countered it by moving back. I held the other ring in my fist so that she would not be able to see.