Jealousy
It was on that day when I was taking pictures of them in the garden; upon the swing. It was as though it was yesterday. Though, after all this time, I still can't think of any reasons as to why I would be jealous. Or maybe I knew but didn't want to acknowledge it. Perhaps it was I who had encouraged them to get close together and did not even notice.
A boy of twelve years old with red hair was pushing the girl of ten years old on the beautiful swing, her brown hair falling upon her face as her purple dress went slightly up from the wind. She was laughing—what a beautiful laugh she had. She threw her hat to a pale boy of ten years old, who caught it and put it on, making all three children laugh as he posed with the hat for a second. The boy at the camera drops it to the ground and gets ready to take a picture.
"Attention."
The twelve year old stops the swing and comes up behind the girl, holding on to the rope on either side of the girl, looking towards the boy and the camera.
"Over here. Smile"
The girl smiles while the boy moves his head to the side, smiling widely. The boy on the ground takes the picture and looks up from underneath the cape.
"Sit on the swing, Dickon."
The red-head boy does so and looks at the girl, who looks back at him. They both smile at each other, not able to look away. It was as though they were cast under some kind of spell. They both heard the other boy talking to them, but it was as though he was fading from them.
"Look at each other. Now look at me."
Seeing that the other two were not paying attention to him, the boy by the camera pulls down the cape and looks slightly worry at them.
"Hey."
Again, they don't pay attention to him, making him angry.
"Hey!" he yells a bit louder.
Again, nothing.
"Hey!" he nearly screams, his face turning a bit red.
The two other children look over to him startled, the both of them blushing. The girl looks down embarrass, but looks strongly to her cousin who was glaring at them both.
It was then did I became aware of my jealously and yet I hated it for as much as I loved my cousin, I did not want to lose her over something so stupid. Despite the years of the three of us together the love they have for each other seemed to grow with each passing day. Even now, six years later, as I watch my cousin leave the Secret Garden she is met with him and his white horse–like a knight in shining armor; even when he's just a servant, a commoner.
Perhaps if I had gone after her instead of being overwhelmed by my father she may have loved me like she loves him. I wish my father did not like him, that way when he asked for her hand in marriage my father would have declined rather than accepting.
Now it's too late.
A/N: Just a little one-shot after re-watching The Secret Garden. I'm thinking of doing Dickon's and Mary's POV too, but not sure yet just let me know if you want to see their's too. Please review to let me know what you think.