Ok, I know this is a random story. But its just a drabble. It came to me randomly. I was looking at my bookshelf when I saw one of the Roman mysteries books that I own. I know that in the book Jonathan doesn't love her but I always imagined that they would end up together.

Enjoy!!!

xoxoxox

Emilijah and the girls

It just wasn't fair. Yes, I had not made my affections know. Yes, we were close friends. But do you know how it would end? She doesn't love me, I know that much. I mean, she's been betrothed before. I was relieved when she got out of that one. But then, to be proposed to again? My heart nearly stopped beating when I heard the news. I was praying when I heard the news. I dropped everything when I was told and I ran.

I ran as fast as I could to her place. I asked her, silently begging her to tell me that I was a crazy fool. That she hadn't been betrothed. But she said yes. YES. My heart silently, slowly and painfully dislodged from my chest and onto the floor. She without knowing it had stepped on it as she left the room. She, without knowing it, had caused me grief and pain. That innocent friend of mine.

At their wedding, I had a smile plastered to my face. It was fake and if you squinted real closely, you can see the edges of my lips turned down in a grimace. And whenever I see them my smile does the same. Why you may ask? Because, the love of my life was bound to another that day.

She was a vision in white. I felt envious of the man who was to take her. I wanted her for myself, but that would make her unhappy. She was so beautiful that it took my breath away and made my heart ache that she wasn't mine.

After the ceremony, I didn't want to go to the party. But I was expected to, seeing as though I was the bride's friend. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. She thanked me for coming and then she moved on to the next guest. That would be right. No special treatment. She then had the bride and groom dance. Did God feel happy with torturing me today? She looked happy at least. I loved her enough to let her go.

A couple of years past, and soon I was the only one out of my friends without partner. I had plenty of offers and plenty to choose from but they just weren't her you know.

She was expecting a child with that man. It was due today and they had called me over to watch. Didn't they know I wanted to be left alone, to wallow in self-pity?

What made it hard was that they named the girl "Miriam". And they made me the godfather. *sigh. What ever will I do now? That poor child. Her godfather loved her mother, hated her father and wished that she was his.

The years past and Miriam grew up to be a beauty, just like her mother and I grew older, lonely and depressed as ever. I wasn't going to hurt myself on purpose, but I never stopped anything from happening to me. They left me alone after awhile, not wanting my moods to destroy Miriam's childhood memories and little by little they all cut me out of their lives. Now I was just an old, lonely man with nothing but myself to blame.

Much to my sadness (notice the sarcasm- although it did hurt my angel so in a way I was sad), the man died, leaving Miriam and my love to fend for themselves. By now, we were much too old to do anything about my love.

But, before I could even go and comfort her, she left us. Grief had taken over her soul and she was taken to be with him. My angel, my love.

Again, she had torn out my heart. And by this stage, my heart had had enough. It stopped beating and I had one last thought before the darkness closed around me.

"Flavia, why did you do this to me?"

So what do you think?????

A bit stupid I know but, I thought it was cute.

R&R

xoxoxox Emilijah and the girls