Carmen

by ChiaraFerragni

Carmen was the mystery, the other one was a dreamer. Both were cynical. Together they were reckless as they smoked their stuff and stayed up late at meadows till dawn, not giving a damn what people say. If only she wasn't just a little bit too much of everything then all would've been white clouds and rainbows. But it was different. For her, the rainbow always came before the rain.

1. Prologue

At the year 1946, two kids, a boy and a girl, sit at a table full of tea, crumpets and scones in Strawberry Fields. The adults chat with each other, laughing and gossiping. The little Liverpudlian boy, feeling quite left out that he was the only boy their who was a kid, searched for something to have fun with. He spotted a young girl, about his age. She had long wavy brown hair and she wore a yellow sun dress. The little boy was stunned. He'd never seen a girl as beautiful as her. They suddenly make eye contact with each other. The girl smiles at him. That mischievous smirk on her face. She motioned her head to the field. The boy, silently understanding her actions, stood up and excused himself from the table. He followed the girl as she passed by a couple bushes until they were both alone in a big flowery meadow. The girl looked at the boy and giggled at his amused faced. She took his hand and let him lie down the patch of flowers with her. "I always see you here. Only now have you noticed me. Why's that?" She asked him. "This must be the first time I've felt alone at a place like this. Then I saw you." He said, happily smiling at the mysterious girl. The girl sat up and reached something in her pocket. She let out two square sheets of paper. They were all in pastels. One pink and the other blue.

"Let's do something fun." The girl began, giving the pastel blue paper to the boy. "You write your thoughts about me on that paper and I'll write mine on this one. We can lock it inside a box, throw the key, dig it somewhere here and never look back." She said. "Alright. That sounds gear!" The boy cheered. So they both wrote what they thought about each other and when they were done, the girl helped the boy turn his paper into a flower as she did the same with hers. They placed it inside her small victorian box and locked it up. The boy never knew where the strange little girl placed the box but he knew that it wasn't with her.

After that wondrous encounter of boy meets girl, they stopped going to strawberry field's. As times went by and childhood turned to adolescent, and when the innocence has faded, they soon forgot about each other. And that is what's worse than grieving.

forgetting.

A/N: So, okay. I know this is like sooo last minute but I've decided to add this prologue for more dramatic effects and it adds a lot of beauty to the story so why not? And I'm sorry If it took SO LONG. But I will be adding a new chapter today so I hope that makes up for the lateness of this stories updates and for "Us Against The World" I have decide to NOT CONTINUE the story as I have decided that I can't focus on 2 and I liked my writing on this story more. SO PLEASE REVIEW FOR MORE CHAPTERS TO COME!