The past is our Future.
Hello guys! I just wanted to try something out of the crazy ideas running through my brain. So here it is! It's my first at writing a serious fanfic so, yeap! I hope you like it and do COMMENT. Thank you! ! ^^
Six years has passed since that night.
The night when Adrian and I had our final confrontation in my room after I was pronounced innocent of Queen Tatiana's murder.
The night that I decided that enough was enough.
I lifted my head up to check the clock for the twentieth time and slumped back down in my seat. In the back corner of a small Paris café I sat, with a half empty cup of tea and an untouched piece of cake. Exhaling, I raised my finger to doodle on the frosty window, watching as the world outside filled with pink hearts and balloons. It was sickening.
I stood up sharply and flattened back my unruly curly hair, this is it. I am not waiting for a douchebag like him for a second longer. I left a wad of cash on the table as I gave a small nod to the waiter and walked off into the cool breeze. The old-fashioned gold painted door knob opened up to a world of love and happiness – oh the joy.
Walking down the street alone, wrapped up in an ugly and bulky brown coat, on a day like this made me feel pathetic. I've been stood up by him not once, not twice, not even three times, but countless of times. Each time the excuses were more pathetic than the last, and I would have felt bad for him if I wasn't so busy doing that for myself. A blonde curl slipped out of place and tickled against my face as a sparkly thing on the ground caught my eye. I bent down and pinched it up, lifting it closer to my face; It was a Tiffany bracelet and on a little charm dangling down, there were words engraved "I love you more than myself."
I snorted in disgust as I pulled it away from my face; what 'sweet' words they are. I was about to drop it back on the ground when I realized the initials carved on the other side of the charm. There are so many people in the world that share the initials and it isn't even the same person's. But somehow my heart stirred as I clenched the bracelet a little tightly in my hand and dropped it in my coat pocket.
Who would ever think that Rose Hathaway will actually feel emotional?
Well I never would have.
But then again, who would ever think that the same Rose Hathaway would be standing alone in the cold, after being stood up yet again by her boyfriend on Valentine's Day?
Well I never would have.