You sighed blowing steam off your hot tea, it has been two months since you and your ex Arthur Kirkland broke up, and the feeling of loneliness had just sunken in last week. Worst of all it was Valentine's week!
What did I do wrong?
For two months you had experienced a dream like stage, it didn't feel like the two of you had broken up. You and Arthur had been happy for three years, inseparable some people would call the two of you. It was true, the two of you had piratically been joined at the hip. You had fallen head over heels for the Brit when you bumped into him at the local bookstore. He was interesting, handsome, and funny. You always teased him about him being to stiff necked, that would always ruffle his feathers but in the end you would make up and be all lovey-dovey again. You even put up with his horrible cooking!
There's no way he'll be able to live without my cooking! That is unless he's found someone else.
Just at the thought of him having someone else made your stomach feel tight and queasy. Just the thought of him loving someone other than you left you numb to reality.
"Ma'am it's getting late and were about to close," the waiter gave you a kind smile. You apologized and left not sure where you would go now. You lived in a rather small town where most of the shops closed around eight o'clock. Of course there was one place that stayed open to ten. You started walking hastily towards the town's library. A small smile formed on your lips as you slipped by the oak shelves. Old memories flooded your mind, you remembered when you and Arthur had made a plan to finish a whole shelf of mystery's over the summer. You and him accomplished it in no time, in fact Arthur would read some of the dynamic parts out loud to you, his voice was so full of emotion his words could paint the picture in mid air.
You finally stopped at the classic literature part of the library. You had always been fascinated at how writing use to be so thoughtful and so full of pure emotion and thought. Nowadays writings are written purely on a whim, not with intellectual meaning. You scanned the case thoughtfully but at a quick pace. Your (e/c) orbs landed on a worn book called Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare , one you have yet to read. After grabbing the book you found a comfortable place and began reading.
Within minutes you found yourself completely transfixed, the story was about two pair of couples. The two Benedick and Beatrice hated anything to do with love, but in contrast the other two couple Claudio and Hero were in complete love.
This is crazy! Everything is so complex!
You thumbed through the brittle pages, soaking every word. Reading books like such was one way you could escape the loneliness. Right now you were in the place of Hero, at the moment she was being wrongfully accused of being unfaithful and her dad was on the verge of killing her because of her dishonoring him. As you read on the father slowly understood that she was innocent, in fact he wanted to kill Claudio for making a fool out of Hero!
Alright Dad! I can't believe Hero still love Claudio after the jerk he's been to her...
You couldn't help but think of Arthur and he'd left you. Unlike Hero who was graceful and a gentle person, you on the other hand would have stabbed him through the heart by now.
"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."
Your head snapped up quickly at the familiar British voice. Your mouth flew open when you saw none other than Arthur himself standing in front of you with a cocky smirk on his face.
How dare he say something with such arrogance!
You could feel your hand slowly creep up readying to slap the pomposity out of him. But you willed your hand down and sniffed the air turning your nose up towards the ceiling.
"What do you want?" you asked not directly looking him in the eye.
"Now love is that anyway to great a man?" Arthur chuckled while eyeing you.
"If you have no means of speaking to me with anything profound than I suggest you leave me be," you looked back down at your book waving him away.
"Since when did you start speaking so clever?" the Brit raised in eyebrow looking at you questioningly.
"I've always spoken like this Arthur," you said his name so emotionlessly it made him flinch.
"Why so cold love?" he grabbed your shoulder with such force it caused you to look up in shock.
"Last time I remember you were teasing me about being to sophisticated."
You narrowed your eyes at him, "Yeah well things have changed haven't they? And your the one who broke up with me remember?" You brushed his hand off and smacked your book close. Arthur looked at you with wide emerald eyes, you managed a smirk before checking out the book and left the Brit speechless with your new found confidence.
Why'd I go out with a guy like him? Oh well I don't need him I've got Shakespeare.
A/N: I got some pretty savvy word skills dont I ;D and I'm only 15! Man I made Arthur a jerk XD! oh wellsss... He'll be kinder in more of mah stories.. Hope you enjoyed being all well mannered and what not..