𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

26 - [RT] Single-Hearted

S I N G L E - H E A R T E D
adjective [sing-guhl-hahr-tid]

Sincere and undivided in feeling or spirit, dedicated; not reflecting mixed emotions.

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"What about that boy?"

"What boy?"

Your mother raised an eyebrow and stocked peeling the potato in her hand, "There is only one boy [y/n]."

You furrowed your brows and bit your lip, "Um... Robbie?"

"Of course love, what about him?"

You laughed a little, "What on earth are you on about mum?"

"He seems... appropriate-"

"He's not an item mum. He's a person, a 'boy'... and I have not the faintest clue of what you mean by bringing him into this conversation," You continued to mix the bowl of sliced fruit while your mother went back to peeling the potatoes.

"You only love someone once in your life [y/n], you shan't waste the chance."

"What on earth does that mean?" You sucked in a sharp breath. Your mother went on talking about Robbie and the concept of romance. She talked about your father and her, and their story.

"Robbie is the perfect candidate for a future and long term husband, mum. I love him with all my heart," You said in a rush then shut your eyes, hoping to not regret the words you had spoken, "And he... loves me just the same."

"How would you know that? You know not a thing about affections!" She scolded and you grabbed the dishcloth hanging around your kitchen apron and threw it onto the table.

"The fact that you think of me like that is appalling," You said bluntly and stormed out of the room towards your bedroom.

You collapsed onto your bed and let a couple years roll down your cheeks to channel your inner sadness, then looked to the window.

You watched people walk and pass by, a horse carriage roll forward and then-

You squinted your eyes, you knew his stature too well to know that he was standing in the distance. You glanced to your room door then ran to it and locked it, before getting your coat and wearing a pair of boots.

You took a deep breath before slipping out of the window and putting on your coat. You carefully walked out towards the fence then jumped over and ran into the field ahead, to where you think Robbie is standing.

"A little more time and I think they should be good to harvest," Robbie told a friend whom he works for as a gardener, "You have fantastic quality of land, you could eventually earn a tidy sum for it."

"You think so?"

"Yeah I believe it," Robbie knelt down and took a little dirt in his hands, "Such fine and rich soil, I rarely see it in these-"

"But what about down by the lake? Fresh water helps Robbie," You said and stood right behind him. While staying knelt, he turned around and smiled brightly when he saw you.