An epilogue to a Valentine
Arnold's P.O.V
"I wonder who she was?..."
I spoke as I flopped down onto my bed and held out the little red shoe before me. Holding it tightly in my hands, I looked over the small red straps and the pointy red heel.
The label on the inside read N.S probably for Nancy Spamoni.
Thinking back about all that happen that night. I couldn't help but wonder why I took this shoe in the first place.
Why did this person pretend to be my French pen pal, Cecile?
Where did she come from?
'And what was so wrong in ordering a stupid hamburger anyway?' I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and gave a heavy sigh.
"Either way..." I muttered as I sat up looking over at my clock for a moment reading exactly 10:30 pm.
'I wanted answers. I still wanted them even now when I got home, but I just had to choose to respect her privacy over all. And in the end I was left with nothing.'
'I really do hope that I see her again. Some day soon because I want those answers, I want to know "Her".
"It's strange... I FEEL like I know her from somewhere, but where?" I spoke out loud rolling onto my side then rolling on to my back.
I gave one last sigh as I sat up and placed the dainty shoe under my bed for the night. Then got ready for bed. Walking over to my closet I loosened my bow tie. Throwing it and my suit on my desk chair.
Putting on my pj's I returned to my bed and laid back down and rested my head on it's soft comfy pillow.
Gazing up at my window ceiling I smiled warmly at the stars above.
"Goodnight... my mystery Cecile... "