Hey I'm back with another Lomille story. This one will be approximately 20 chapter, or maybe more. I'll try to upload as fast as I can. Do remember to review because more reviews = faster chapter update. So I'm gonna stop rambling so you can read the prologue - enjoy...

POV Camille

My hair was perfectly curled along with a braided hair band to complete the look. Wearing a off white dress that flow down my waist perfectly. I was surrounded by tall grass. Curious I was. Lost, I must say. Clueless on where I'm going. Scared. Fear. I was alone. Until, a man dressed in a similar coloured suit appeared from behind the tall grass. Chasing me, playfully. Moments later I was about to trip but thankfully I was caught. Caught in the arm of this man. I lifted his shirt sightly, and it seemed that he has a heart birthmark - right above his hip. This was the man of my dream, and I guess the love of my life.

'Ahh!' Well my perfectly romantic fairytale dream has been ruined by non other than my photo framed placed right above my goes my chances of seeing the face of my dream guy. Why must this always happen? But the photo frame wasn't the only thing that woke me up. It was my mother too. She's playing with two wooden spoon - making a tocking sound, in the middle of the night.

"Ma... what are you doing and why aren't you in bed already?" questioning my ma. "They want to keep me awake with all that noise!" my ma answered and sounded quite annoyed. "I have put up with them for such a long time!"

"But instead you kept me up" I mumbled.

"Well it's all because they kept me awake. I'm returning tit for tat." My ma answer furiously, throwing the spoon onto the coffee table. "I can't let them think that I fear them." She even a louder bang by hitting the spoon on our wooden coffee table.

Skillfully grabbed the spoon away from my ma, I reasoned with her. Telling that her should go back to sleep because there's not a single sound made from our neighbours. But apparently, she had to reasoned back saying that she clearly heard noises. And so I reasoned back, "Then why you alway complained that you have hearing problem & need to turn up the TV's volume?" Annoying her answered, "Just note that their noisiness woke me up! I have repeatedly told you that they dislike me. So that's why they make noises to keep me awake." I had to hand gesture to keep her volume down. Then let me to another point, "Why would they dislike you?" She just innocently responded, "Cause they think that I sweep rubbish to their doorstep." and then she raised her voice saying that it was just her luck on getting such neighbours. "I know how to solve this problem... let's move out!" my ma just suggested. Getting tired of this madness, I kindly gestured her to go to bed. And kindly reminded her that inadequate sleep is bad for her BP. But she had to argue. Still, I pressurised her. Saying that I had to go to work early to apply the bride's makeup.

Logan's POV

Picturing a traditional wedding. I was waiting for my bride to be. Entering the doorway, a white veil covering her face. My dad cheerful nudged me and whispering, "The bride's here." But I was frightened. Terrified. I screamed my lungs out, "I can't marry someone who I don't love! NO!" But my dad had to butt in. Saying I'll be a unfilial child if I don't produce another descendant. "AHHH!"

Woah. That woke me up from my horrible nightmare. Stretching. You could see a heart birthmark peeking through my shirt. It's about 8-ish. Time to get ready.

I walked out of my room seeing my dad practicing his 'drama musical' thingy. He has passion for that kind of thing. He greeted morning and continued with singing and moving. I just casually said, " Stop. Don't move." I grabbed my DSLR and started taking photo's of him, performing. "Pa you have the wow factor" My dad started smiling, " Really?" I just nodded. "I know you're just humouring me," my father said, letting out a sigh. "But I'm getting old... but I know that I'll always be younger than tomorrow." I nodded and responded,"And that's why we must capture of the day. So, c'mon." I snapped more pictures of my dad. Complementing on every pose. And I casually added after the photo session, "And this proves that you'll look younger than tomorrow. So I will take a picture of you every day" But my father responded doubtfully, "Tomorrow? I might not even see tomorrow..."

"Pa, look at this," I showed him the picture and said, "c'mon you should be happy. We don't want to take un-glam pictures of you, now do you? So let's take of pictures" But sadly, my dad swing his body around and said, "I'm too tired." I smiled and thought to myself, "Typical Pa."

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