I randomly wrote a short story while listening to Ed Sheeran. I guess it was inspiration? XD
Anyways, this story is dedicated to a few people who know me quite well in VHQ; Nova Mirage, catdreamer39, khbr23hw, CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY LOVE, The Gone Angel vs Slender Man, The Bearer of Secrets {woot! Homestuck!} and CelestialBronzeLightning. If I haven't mentioned you, you are allowed to invade my castle and have a tub of ice cream. XD
I don't own anything.
Once, there was a little auburn-haired young lady, dancing on top of the apartment building she shared with her brother. She had landed the role of a lead dancer, and of course this was her setting-a high tower.
The girl danced her heart out, dipping and twirling on the narrow ledge of the building.
In the middle of a particularly tough routine, she faltered-just for a while. Her slipper nipped the edge of the skyscraper, and that little slip was just enough to tip the slipper off her tiny foot and over the railing.
The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn't hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passer-by.
The young boy stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.
Dazed, the dark-haired boy looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young lady from floor ten.
"Hey!"
"Sorry!" She called down.
The young man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, "Wait right there!"
The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.
Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .
"Is this your shoe?" He asked though he already knew the answer.
The girl bowed deeply, " I'm so sorry."
The boy sighed "Sit down," he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the young man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.
She nearly shrieked when the boy knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.
"W-what are you doing?!" She asked in a surprised voice when the boy took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her dainty, petite foot.
Still kneeling, the boy glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. "It is a gentleman's duty to return a woman's shoe." He explained simply.
The boy stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl's cheeks. "T-thank you…"
A smile tugged at the boy's lips. "No need to thank me."
"What—" The girl began to ask when the seemingly gentleman placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards.
Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the boy's retreating back.