The boy sits beneath the tree. The girl shall come to see him, as he has sent the note, telling her to come.
Yet still he worries, wonders.
Will she come?
Will she come to laugh at him?
Will she come and tell him she has always loved another?
Will she not come forward, merely waiting in the bushes, spying?
He torments himself with these anxieties, his mind cannot rest for his fears, until at last he stands, deciding that no girl shall come to torment him.
He sets of through the forest, walking fast to forget about the girl, the girl who hates him, the girl who will not come.
He would never guess that girl he is about to meet, upon the forest trail, is one who shall not mock him, but love him till her dying day.
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ReplyDeleteIts interesting that you chose the POV of the guy. Very empathetic. Makes me think.
ReplyDeleteWow, love it!
ReplyDeleteHe sets of through...off. Just wanted to point that out. I love it! Is there any more?
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