"Will you marry me?" Jerome Clarke said down on one knee.
Patricia Williamson looked around the park that looked mostly deserted; well, except for a heartbroken American who stood next to a tree.
He shook his head knowing she saw him, but she acted like she didn't.
Jerome was shaking; staring hard at her. She briefly took a glance up at Eddie but even that killed her.
She looked down at Jerome and managed a small but simple word. "Yes"
I'm sorry if you think this is the start of my story, but no, this is only a part of my crazy life.
Here, let me start from the beginning…
Please Review! I just developed the plot for this story five minutes ago and i needed to publish it. This will be a part of another chapter, but i just needed to let you all know something important about this story.
As you can see, Patricia's "Narration" is in italics and between two lines. But then there is going to be current time thoughts coming from her in italics but those will be with the acual story. Okay, it'll be easy to see when i continue this.
-Dani
