Please, Think of Me.
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Night has always pushed up day.
You must know life to see decay,
But I won't rot. I won't rot.
Not this mind, and not this heart.
I won't rot.
-After the Storm
"Sarah! Where are you?!" I giggled under my breath as Charles passed my exact hiding place. I tucked myself deeper into the blanket inside the closet. I heard his footsteps grow softer and softer until I couldn't hear him anymore. I slowly pushed open the door, and pulled the blanket off. I crept out of the closet, carrying the small jar, and looked left and right for Charles.
As soon as I knew he wasn't around, I picked up my skirts and sprinted as fast as my small legs could go. I turned a few corners, and then ran right into the person I was avoiding.
We both fell to the ground, and the jar was sent flying.
"No!" Charles yelled, reaching out for it. It smashed apart on the hard wood floor, and the small frog inside leaped out. He scrambled up, and tripped over my dress, sending him down once again.
"Sorry!" I stood up, and held out a hand to him.
"Don't help me! Get him!" Charles pointed at the little green body hopping down the stairs. I quickly ran after it, and caught the frog as it hopped to the floor.
"Got it!" I cheered, as he came down the stairs after me. He smiled, and I giggled.
"Sarah! It's time to leave!" My mother called. I put on a pout face, and handed the frog over to Charles. My mother and his mother came into the room.
"Goodbye." I said, and hugged him tightly.
"I'll see you soon." He hugged me back, careful to not squish the frog. I smiled, and turned to go with my mother.
My mother, and Charles's mother were the best of friends, and so was Charles and I. That was a long time ago, when we caught a little toad at the brink of a little pond. We were both ten years old.
At fourteen, we started to flirt endlessly with each other. I was starting to compose music, and he was studying geography. We felt like the world was made for us, and our future would be important and great.
I remember when we were sixteen, sitting at the brink of the same pond, at a party his parents threw for his older sister's wedding. It was midnight, and his brown eyes sparkled perfectly.
He was so handsome, and I admit I was not the prettiest girl. I had such unruly hair, and my teeth were slightly crooked. My chin and cheeks were alive with big red pimples, and my pours were gigantic. It seemed he looked past all of that, into my deep blue eyes, and saw a beautiful, normal girl. I remember sneaking out of the party, and running into the woods.
We held each others' hands as we stumbled through the darkness, laughing and tripping all the way.
"That was so boring!" He laughed.
"I'm glad we got out of there alive!" I giggled back. Suddenly, as if by fate, he tripped over a root, and we both fell forwards.
My eyes were closed, but I felt him under me. I opened them, and blushed as I saw his surprised face underneath me. He laughed, and smiled up to me. He suddenly leaned up, and kissed my lips. I was blushing even harder as he let go.
"Sarah," He whispered into my ear, "I think I might just love you." My face turned red, and then I instantly calmed.
"Charles. I think I might just love you." I whispered back. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. So many stupid thoughts of happiness and bliss flowed freely throughout my mind at that instant, and then he kissed me again.
I didn't want to be apart. I didn't want to live without him, nor did I think I could. The entire summer was bliss, and the autumn after was the same. I remember going to the Opera Populaire several times, and seeing all the most romantic operas including Faust, Hannibal, Romeo and Juliet, and Norma.
Back then, we both lived in Nice, France. At seventeen, we decided to get married. However, I was engaged by my parents to a rich man, Monsieur Louis Parsee. So, Charles and I ran away to Paris, France together.
I quickly found work as a help in a local bakery, and he worked in the stables of a rich vicount; both of us saving up to buy a small house. It was supposed to be perfect, and we were going to start a new life. We talked of children, and grand children. Of his dream to sail, and my dream of becoming a famous composer. Of music and stars.
Of our love.
Please R & R! This will be a long story, and I need support! Anyways, I have a question!
Please answer this in your review (or a PM):
Should Charles and Sarah-
A-Be happy together 3
or
B-Break up, and Charles becomes infatuated with a rich girl.
It's up to you! Thanks!
