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~ This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed here are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. ~

Hi lovelies, I know it's been a long time, but now I'm finally free from college, follow me to now more updates about the story, and I have a lot of plans for the story. So with that in mind thank you for reading, to forget to favorite it and comment, please, tell me what you're thinking so far, I would love to hear.

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"No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never – Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves... Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men...My angel, I have just been told that the mail coach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once... Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell. Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever ours."

The first letter is from Beethoven to his beloved one, the last three lines is capable of taking your breath away, it's possible to see the tremendous love and affection in it.
"Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours..." I repeat these last three lines whispering to me. Getting married to someone you truly love, to someone you waited all your life to grow old with you and for you is amazing, wonderful. But in my case, if I don't prove to my parents somehow that I can take care of myself I won't get to choose the love of my life or I will just go to Law School, honestly, I'm not that worried anymore. The worst it can be is that I become a depressed lawyer.Knock knock I hear someone knocking on my door. Closing the book I get up against my will and go to see who's at my door.

"Hello, sunshine! Time to get ready. " Of course, you already know who it is. If not let me give you a clue, her name starts with an M and ends with "iranda".

" Hi, Miranda," I say giving her space to get inside. " What is all of this? " I ask when I see her with a bag full of makeup and clothes and so much more stuff. Oh dear God.

" We are getting ready to go to the party at Christian's house. " She says almost screaming very excited about the news. If I'm not wrong, Christian is the youngest of the Walker's family, they are two brothers, twins, I never who is who, they are known for their parties at the beginning and the end of the semester, I usually go to their parties but today I'm not that excited and my head hurts.

" I don't feel like going anywhere. I'm sorry, this time you are going alone. " I say sitting at the end of the bed.

"No way, you are going too. " She says whilst going inside my closet and starting to look at all my clothes and shoes. She isn't going to give up, knowing Miranda the way I know she never gives up. At the end, I will be going to this party anyway.

"Ok. But, if I do go with you I'm not obligated to go to the party at the end of the semester. Deal? " I propose to her raising an eyebrow. She seems to be thinking if it's a good deal or not, but she also seems very much excited to go to this party, like she's never that excited, something is wrong and I'm going to find out. Sooner or later.
At the end she gave in and then we started to get ready, Miranda choose for my a black dress not too short, with thin strips and a small black glittery belt made of the same type of fabric of the dress, the shoes are a pair of black sandals with short heals, my hair straight was always no matter what I do he never looks curly or not straight, it doesn't matter much. To complete the look the only thing missing is the jewelry, a necklace is with a little heart as pendent, matching the necklace a brilliant bracelet. And of course a coat otherwise I'm not leaving this house.
Now I need to tell my parents. The hardest thing to do.Going downstairs I and Miranda make our way to the living room where my mother is watching TV and my father reading a book with his glasses. No sign of Charles.

"Mom, dad? Me and Miranda are going out. Is that alright? "  — I ask a little bit reluctant.

"Don't get home late." My dad says not caring much about me going out as long as I don't come home late, great. When my mom was about to protest, my father just got hold of her hand and looked at her assuring that everything was alright, and that's normal for kids our age to go out. Then he looks at me and smiling a little bit he says once again for both us to not get home late. With that, we leave. Better than I expected, why is everyone so weird these days?

The music was loud. The door was opened, some people were hanging out in the front backyard, talking and drinking in plastic cups. Entering the house after Miranda, the music gets even louder, if that is possible, the house was full, the lights were turned off but some other kind of colorful lights were shinning, when I looked at my arm he was pink and then purpler and then red and so it goes. I loved that.
I turn to my side to tell Miranda about this amazing discovery, but she's not there. Great, I knew it was going to happen at any time but I didn't think it will be as soon as we got here. Sigh. So many people that I'm almost passing out, I can even breath normally inside this house. Walking around more trying to find a decent spot, I get a little lost, not realizing how big is Walker's house, it is huge. It's getting difficult to walk in here but I can finally see the light of hope.

The pool area. The colorful lights were reflecting at the water of the pool, the loud music is now stuffy, I can only hear a few words and beats of the songs is already far away. Perfect.
Being able to breathe properly I take a deep breath and let it all out closing my eyes at the same time and that moment I can feel the wind blowing in my hair and bringing me a smell of someone's perfume, strong and wood-like. Of course, it had to be him, out of all these people, I had to meet him here, where there is only one or two couples.
" Cornelia. "
I hear his voice and why my name sounds so good to hear when he's the one saying it?
Opening my eyes the first thing I see is him, on his jeans and a black shirt with a leather jacket, boots and his hair perfectly messy.

" Hello. " I say smiling, just like I would to someone else because that's me only being polite. Right? Right. I walk toward his direction, he is sitting in one of these pool chairs. I sit on the other one, besides him.

" Are these parties always so full? " He asks frowning a little bit and taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

" Only when the drinks are free. " I say in response imitation of the boys of the soccer team just to regret a second later. What's wrong with me?
At least I made him laugh, a little enough for his cigarette to dance in his mouth as he smiles. Or he just terrible humor.
The smoke of the cigarette stars to get out and I can smell that awful smell, God. He looks beautiful smiling with his cigarette in his mouth but that thing is ridiculous, is bad for your health, makes your teeth look gross and the lungs crying for help. I look way trying to smell some pure air, not willing to get off my chair.
"Sorry about that. " And then I see him stepping on the cigarette to put it out.

"You didn't have to that. " I say feeling bad that I made him uncomfortable around me. But why? He just shrugs his shoulders off and shakes his head trying to make his hair get out of his eyes putting his hands inside the jacket pockets.
Next time I know we are just staring at the sky, looking at the stars trying to count them, I must say it didn't work because is practically impossible to count the stars.
Maybe it wasn't a total waste of time, after all, coming to this party.