The Journey to the East The Journey to the Future The Journey to the End

Special Chapter (Based on Love Story by Taylor Swift)

Warning! I'm a novice when it comes to typing anything and everything, so please bear with me. Oh yes, and I may take a lot longer to update, and on 14th and 15th Dec, I'm probably unavailable. 

This chapter is dedicated to @Prin_Ninie

Wanwan's POV

The sun was setting gradually, dying the sky a vibrant orange. I was standing on the balcony, breathing in the humid summer air.

Ah, how I miss this feeling. 

The cold months of winter and slightly-less freezing months of spring, made me yearn for the feeling of warmth again. 

I turned around, prepared to walk back in. The warm, glowing lights that illuminated the ballroom. The party, people gathering together to chit-chat, dance, and eat all they can, classical music being played by a live orchestra. Indeed, it was grand. The ballroom was filled with elegant damsels and charming gentlemen. I was told to be careful of this place, for anyone could come after me. Advice from my parents, don't go around trying to look for a mate. So, I didn't. It was extremely boring here, since I had nearly nothing to do. Yet, I could only blame myself for insisting to come. 

I walked back into the crowded ballroom, and just then, a passageway opened up. People moved to the center of the ballroom, leaving a nice path for me to walk through.

Except, I didn't walk through it.

Someone else did. 

"Hello," he said.

I looked away, the moment we made eye contact. I felt my face heating up, why?  

"Hi," I muttered back, using my hand to cover my face. 

What am I doing? 

I turned around to look at him again.

..........

"But, why me?"

..........

That evening, my father was there, and he saw everything. 

When we got home, I got a tongue-lashing, about all kinds of things about not talking to random people and bippidy blah blah. 

That, never mind. What's worse was that I was locked in my room for a month, or as you would know it as, grounded.

A few nights later, he came.

How did I know? 

He threw pebbles at my window, which woke me up from my sleep. 

I got up sleepily from my bed and slid my feet into my fuzzy slippers. I dragged my feet while rubbing my eyes and found my way to the window. I looked down, and saw him. I immediately bolted to full consciousness, and pushed open the windows.

Careful not to fall down, I leaned out slightly, and waved. 

Just then, a figure walked out and yelled at him, "STAY AWAY FROM MY WANWAN!" 

Oops.

I rapidly slid back into my room and locked the windows, before dashing to my bed at lightning speed. 

I could hear my father's footsteps resonating through the stairway that led to my room at the top-most floor. Sensing the danger approaching, I quickly shut my eyes, and pretended to sleep. 

He opened the door and checked on me, after confirming that I was asleep, even though I wasn't, he left the room. Probably due to the fact it was in the dead of the night, he forgot to lock the door. 

Hip hip hooray!

I got up again, much more awake than the first time, gently wore my fuzzy slippers, and tip-toed furtively down the stairs. I snuck out the back door and into the garden, where he was waiting.

Fast forward all the conversations we had outside. He didn't leave, he just hid in a bush. 

Things were like that for the next few days.

Until one night, he came to me, and told me he was leaving, reason being it was too stressful to be hiding from my old man every night. 

"No, please don't go," I pleaded, taking hold of his hand. He lifted up his other arm and pushed my hand off cooly, before turning around and walking away.

What did I do wrong?

Why must he do this?

Devastated, I went back into the house and climbed up that flock of stairs. My heart so shattered it lost the power to pump blood to my legs, and I flopped onto the stairs. 

My vision blurred and those crystalline tears trickled down my cheeks, leaving a trail behind them. 

Fast forward a few nights, someone threw pebbles at the window again.

He came.

And everything became a fairytale.

We ran off, to somewhere even I didn't know. It was blissful heaven, being able to be with him for these few days. But every now and then, pangs of guilt would surge down my back, recalling the time my father told him to scram. 

A few days passed, and I decided to return. Knowing that my father would kill me if I don't. Somehow.

You do remember it's a fairytale right? 

Which means it never actually happened.

He just came to say hello, before he left again.

*Cri

Now, I give up hope.

Days, weeks, months, passed, and he didn't return. Now, I was free from my jail. Everyday, I would weep silently. Of course, my observant parents found out, and they told me that was why I shouldn't have fell in love with him, they also tried to teach me about love. I couldn't absorb it in, not at all. Even though this love was tough, it was worth it. It was like he was my drug that I was addicted to, and I was deprived of it. 

From that day on, I went to the outskirts of the town to wait for his return, which he never promised, nor did he mention. 

Oh, it got tiring, very very tiring.

Until one day, he returned, in a dress?

He got onto one knee, and pulled out a black, velvety box.

He popped the question, there and then.

"Will you marry me?"

I nodded my head, tears of joy rolling down my cheeks.

I jumped into his embrace, and he lifted me up into the air and spun me round and round, until my breakfast came out. 

Oops.

I got down, and helped him clean up.

After that, I just remembered.

My parents.

What would they say?

"Wait, how about my dad?" I asked, worriedly. I have been waiting for so long just for this, only to be left dangling, waiting for the rescue of approval. 

"Don't worry, I've talked to your father, he said yes, now go pick a dress," he smiled, making me smile, making the entire sky brighten up.

A bird flew by, adding some more seasoning to the atmosphere.

Fast forward a few months of preparation.

I walked down the aisle, arms linked with my father's.

Bippidy blah blah.

"And now, the groom may kiss the bride."

THE END 

A/N: Oh god this is tiring to write. What's worse, it lacks standards.