If I Should Die Before I Wake
I glanced up through the bright sunlight at my future. He would always be there. Rock solid and steady, He was what I needed. All I would ever need. All I had to do was convince him of that.
IN MY WORLD I had never expected to find something so perfect and ethereal. He didn't seem to belong in my world. He was too perfect, too good for me. He couldn't be mine. I knew he thought otherwise. He wanted to spend the rest of time with me but he couldn't do it. He never told be exactly, but I got the feeling he had an aristocratic family or something, one that would frown upon him dating a girl like me.
By a girl like me, I mean a girl that was the daughter of a grocer, in a small shop on one of the back streets of the city's expanse. No doubt his family had high hopes for him to marry well, into some influential family in one of the crumbling, yet still grandiose houses that lined the wider, more well kept streets farther up the hillside. I had no doubt he would have no trouble finding a wife. He was tall and handsome, broad shouldered with a gentle smile and twinkling eyes. He was a bit of a daredevil, bold and dashing like the heroes of romance novels.
There were several strange things about him though. First, his skin, which was olive, as was mine, and probably three quarters of the town we lived in. Yet, on him the shade had an odd paleness to it, like he had been out late for several nights in a row. Second, were his eyes, which were a peculiar shade of violet.
At sixteen years old, I had had my fair share of romances. I'd had two or three boyfriends, all of whom I was still on good terms with. They had all been commonplace, ordinary relationships, and I guess we were more like friends than couples. Oh sure, I fantasized about a Prince Charming, or a Knight in Shining Armour, but in the end I never really was satisfied with what I got. So, during the day, I went to school and in the evenings I worked in my father's shop. But. In the night, I lay in my tiny attic room and dreamed, hoped and wished.
I should have kept in mind the saying: Be careful what you wish for…
You just might get it.
