Do you want to hear a story: That has no happy ending? A story that's true, but not sad? One that makes you question about the ending possibilities of two star-crossed lovers separated by race and background?

It was like any other day in spring, two weeks before my birthday to be exact. The beginning of May started to bloom her flowers and wake the birds, which sang sweetly to the morning's radiant light. We were just kids back then, playing in the fields of Mount Qaf – enjoying our youth and time together. Every moment we had together, without our parents knowing.

I and Shaaf made our way under some shade. The sun was warm, perhaps a bit too warm for us as we sighed in relief of the cool shadow of the tree. He had black hair with a long fringe, almost covering his cute green eyes, which were interesting to look at against his beige skin. Butterflies began to scatter as we invaded their space. We sat down with a sudden strange silence.

"So..." I tried to break the silence, "Why'd you bring all the way here, away from everybody else?"

For some unknown reason he began to look away from me, "Oh I just wanted to say something..."

For a moment I was curious but it then disappeared immediately after recognising that cliché. And I also knew why he was suddenly very shy around me.

"Well, OK what do you want to say?" I said cluelessly, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

Silence.

"...I like you."

"Like me? In what way?" I acted more clueless – blushing.

"I mean... well that I like like you."

I wasn't sure if my heart jumped out, or was beating really fast; I began to blush so hard that not even the sun could get as bright. It was first time anyone said they liked me! It was new to me, I didn't know what to do, or say, I began to search something to say, something, anything. "What makes you like me? I couldn't help asking, but it was the best thing I could think of.

"Your personality. I see you from afar almost every day. I know that seems creepy, but I like hearing your voice and about what you say. And for some reason I always feel much better when you are present. That's why I like you, Amira."

"Oh wow that is creepy..." I paused becoming slightly calmer, "But also sweet. I don't know you much. Maybe you could tell me about yourself?"

"Yeah that's fine." We began to talk to each other as the day went by, and the animals quietened as they began to stare at us, almost giving an intense expression. "Amira?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you more now."

"But I've told you that my parents won't allow this." I complained.

"Oh they don't need to know. You can't stop me from liking you. So stop trying!" He said in a light angry tone.

I didn't know what to choose. Either say yes and risk being found out, or say no to this adorable guy. I still wasn't sure. Being found out wasn't the only risk I considered. It was like I was gambling with my emotions, whether I can trust it to him and keep my fragile heart safe. I began to get frustrated, dating was something I shouldn't be doing but wanted to do. Wanted to experience. The tension rose. I must have taken too long cogitating, because Shaaf shuffled closer and whispered, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

It repeated in my head as it made me feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with a bright sensation of joy yet to come. I tilt my head slightly, "Yes."

He smiled and I smiled back while a butterfly landed on his nose playfully. I couldn't help laughing and became more comfortable with him. "I should call you Shay as a nickname." I said.

"Shay? That sounds like a girl's name." He frowned.

"Don't be silly. It's a boy's name, and it means gift."

"Why call me gift?"

"Because you're my early birthday gift."

We cuddled and snuggled, and still do, but as exes in eternal love.

AUTHOR NOTES:

*Mount Qaf - a mystical mountain that has been said never to be found in a holy book

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