old river oakes

Chapter 8

She had made him feel something different, he had travelled all over the UK but this one girl confused him. Why were their names on that tree. That night he crept into his father's study and looked through his files. In the files was an agreement that had been made when Daisy was born.

The next day he walked through the woodland. While he he moaned about his neat suit getting ruined, he pondered on why the agreement had been stopped, but he knew he would never marry anyone as ugly as she was. Through the bushes once again was Daisy dancing around, smiling at the daisies, her shoes were off and she humed a tune like she had sugar plumb fairies dancing around in her head.

Ashton told her about what had happened and she told him she already knew.

" my parents were having another baby and your parents were worried about your future, so they had an argument and now you have someone else who you are going to marry, so it doesnt really matter." she exclaimed.

"But I don't have anyone, besides I will marry someone who is beautiful and I will choose my own nride when im ready. " he replied.

"How shallow, I generally feel sorry for you." she explained.

"My mother tells me that beauty is nearly everything,  so I have to marry someone beautiful, like me" he replied.

"So what if you would have to married me?" She snapped back.  A silent tension echoed through the woods.

"I feel sorry for you, really I do." she broke the silence. Then she walked over to the bushes "you have a bad look on life, tell me, how would you describe these bushes?". She asked.

"Errrrhhhh.... They're green" he answered.

"Exactly you see green,  but I see a bracelet of budding, moss giants, barricading my fragment of sanctity from the wild, thorny exterior."

Ashtons jaw dropped as she picked up a small pruning rod and began trimming away at the bushes. After a while he asked

"Can we do this again? "

"I'm always here, I dont mind if you come too" she replied.