True Love

Chapter One

Everything was going really well between my fiancee and I. We were planning to get engaged soon after we finished school. We walked around our hometown London, peacefully. We discussed how we always knew that we would end up being in a romantic relationship not too long after we became best friends. "Clara, when we get engaged, will we be planning to get married?" I leaned against his warm, broad shoulder, and smiled. "Of course! I love you, and that will never change." A slight cool breeze came around, blowing in my face. I winced, at the pain of the chill piercing my pale face. It was already a cold day, and I didn't need to experience any pain. Anthony pulled me into him, to keep me warm. I felt the steady, yet calming breathing from his chest on my stomach. The soft, glowing lights of my house caught my eye, and I knew I should head inside. I told Anthony goodbye, and that we would see each other at school tomorrow. The warmth of the fireplace hit me as I shut the door to go in for the evening. I could smell my mother making my favourite soup, broccoli cheddar. "Hi Clara, how was your outing with Anthony?" I smiled, replying, "It was wonderful. We had a nice walk around town and had some tea from the organic tea shop around the corner." My mother gave me a warm smile, telling me to wash up before dinner. I joined my mother at the dinner table while we waited for my father to come home for supper. "I have had enough of this rubbish!" My father stormed in, throwing down his hat, displaying an expression of anger and disappointment. "What happened, dearest?" My father turned to answer my mother, instead joining us at the dinner table silently. I exchanged a look of concern with my mother, afraid to speak while my father was in a heated state. Finally, "How was your day ladies?" I responded, "It was well father, what about yours mother?" My mother hesitated, then said, "It was a decent day. I cleaned most of the house today and made cookies for the bake sale tomorrow." My father's anguish suddenly went away, a familiar warm smile appearing. "I'm glad everyone's day went well. Let's finish dinner and maybe we can have some hot cocoa by the fireplace. How does that sound?" I smiled at my mother as she looked up from her bowl of soup, finishing her spoonful. She said, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea", a flood of relief rushing in as she smiled. Soon after, my parents and I finished our supper, fixing up our mugs of toasty hot cocoa to enjoy by the fireplace. We sat comfortably by the fire, reminiscing about our Christmas celebrations with my grandparents and how much fun we would have on Christmas morning playing charades. Eventually, I grew tired, wishing my mum and dad a good night and letting them know I loved them before heading to my bedroom to get some rest.