"Without knowing the present, how could I understand the past?"
17-year-old Charlotte De Loughrey was living the typical Cinderella life, until something made her snap... releasing a part of her she didn't even know existed until now.
She was a wit...
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☽ Harvey P.O.V ☾
"I'm sure Arthur is wondering where you are Harvey, best run along now. Lottie come over and cut up the bread, but be careful it's still hot," Annie said, adjourning our meeting.
I walked towards the back door and as I exited; I turn around and waved at Charlie. Her lips stretched into a smile but it didn't reach her soft brown eyes. Her eyes were the type of brown that was like a sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But that chocolate can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality clear in this world. Heartbreak, or the depression she hid from all those around her so well. They'd been like that ever since I found her.
I remember the day we met; They had offered my father a job at the manor and I'd gotten excited to explore the new place when we'd moved, as most 7-year-olds would, so in the pouring rain I ran through the trees looking for the best places to hide. There was a great one in the hollow of an old pear tree, but you couldn't see the entrance unless you were searching for it.
I remember my mother calling me for supper, and as I sloshed my way to our cottage, I overheard a person crying. It had come from within the stable. My mother called out again. Harvey, your supper is getting cold. I was about to turn around and go home, but then I heard another whimper.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, ignoring my mother's calls, I had entered the stable not knowing what I would find. I was too short to see over the stall doors, so I followed the crying sound down to the last stall on the right. The name tag said Into the Storm.
I called out, "Hello?" I heard a rustle and the sound of sniffling.
"Go away." a girl's voice had replied. I slowly pulled the stall door open and a big grey horse had been lying down with a young girl whose arms were flung tightly around its neck. She looked at me. "What do you want?"
The tears in her eyes combined with the mess of her golden hair mixed with straw gave her a wild look. "I was just wondering why you were crying," I replied.
I watch her wipe her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand. She brushed over a small symbol beneath her left eye, a star in a circle. It was strange. "I am not crying."
"My father says it's okay to cry, that it's normal." I take a step forward and crouch down next to her. She looks up at me, tears still persistent in her brown eyes.
"You really think?"
"I do."
She nodded and gave me a small smile. She didn't look like she would move from her position with the horse anytime soon so I got up to leave.
She called out as I was leaving. "Wait, what's your name?"
"I'm Harvey."
"Charlie." I frowned. Charlie was an odd name for a girl.
