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Well I know people are reading this story I am just so sad that no one has reviewed. So I beg of you please, please review! And I have to thank unheardgoodconscience for she is put this story on alert, which you don't know how excited I was when I saw that. So thank you!!! And on with the story...
Kartik's POV:
I thanked my lucky stars that I remembered to bring a book, I never thought of how boring it would be to be a coachmen, I mean all you do is pull on the reigns and help people oh my mistake help gentlemen and women out of a carriage then when they reach their destination they leave you out in the could how very kind of them. I settle myself in getting as comfortable as possible on a cold night. I look down the street and on the corner I see all of the other coachman playing cards near a fire built with old newspaper and twigs probably found on the ground and in the trash somewhere.
It stings a little to know they haven't invited but not much I know I am a foreigner to them, sure we all do the same job yet they are Englishmen and I am Indian. I try to read a few pages in my book and lose myself in the world of fiction yet thoughts of her keep interrupting me. Then of course thoughts of her…. Gemma my sweet and lovely Gemma with her green eyes that seem to trap my soul with in them to her shiny hair….. Lead to thoughts of him….Simon Middleton how I loathe you, you touched her hair! You stare at my Gemma as though you could eat her!……….. Of course thoughts of him and her lead to thoughts of them….. I hear Emily talk the other day to the cook; oh they do lovely couple, marriage that is how they will end up! Oh Emily imagine the lovely children they will have!
I scoff Gemma would never fall for someone like Simon Muddleton he is to bland for her, she would never be truly happy with him, she needs someone like….like… well me! I mean I know about her gift I could protect her, she would never feel as though she would need to hide something from me. Sure perhaps we can not be together her yet we could go back to India she loved India she would agree to go back easily… I hear a door open and look up to see Simon Middleton with…. Gemma! I quickly jump off the carriage and hid behind a nearby bush, it is thick enough so that they can not see me yet I can see them. I can not hear what they are saying soon though he takes off a glove of hers and kisses her bare hand! My eyes narrow, come on Gemma push him away, slap him, do something! I try to command her with my mind, for some reason it isn't working.
For instead all she does is giggle and blush, I have half a mind to show myself yet I see him leading her down the stairs to the edge of the park, I move adjust myself so they can not see me. They stop at the edge but he smiles at her and they continue on, I discreetly follow blending into the shadows though it seems it isn't necessary for these two are so absorbed into each other I grab a stone ready in hand should he get too friendly again.
He leads her into a circle made by large trees they enter first and I hear a few words from within, "Marvelous." That would be Muddleton. "What." And that would be my Gemma. I hide behind one of the larger trees and then I see it they share a kiss, a chaste one; ours was more passionate might I add… but still a kiss. I am ready to throw the rock when they pull apart; suddenly he turns away from her. I smile triumphantly but then I hear his speech,
"I have something for you, I well you do not have to accept it I would understand for it is very early, but Gemma you are someone very unique and I would enjoy finding out all the mysteries you have and would love someone to share all my secrets with and I do believe you could be someone like that." My face falls is he asking to marry my Gemma! I am alarmed, I don't know what to do, I am so afraid of her answer that I drop my rock. I sigh in relief as he just pulls out a brooch but my shock is back as she accepts. What does this mean? Not engagement, a promise of an engagement??? I lose my train of thought though as they kiss again this time I see passion in it and I try to throw the rock to no avail I see it lying on the ground next to me I lunge for it but as is stand ready to throw they are no longer kissing, no now he is touching her hair again!!!!!!!! Then he opens that rotten mouth of his again to speak,
"You are and angel, my angel." What, who does he think he is, Gemma is not his! Gemma is mine, I mean well ….. I mean I knew her first and I kissed her first, she said she was mine! Sure it was to get away from the other gypsies, but she still said it! Agh! There they are kissing again! How dare she I mean she should know I am out here is that why the came here so I would not see them, how dearly mistaken they are. I am so angry I don't realize that they have left and are already across the street near the stairs to the entrance. I see my lovely Gemma fall behind and stare towards me I wonder if she can see me. But as I see her smile and run up to meet him, I know that she has forgotten what passion we have, I think I shall have to remind her someday soon.
A/N: So remember please review and tell me if I should continue? Even if only one person says yes, I promise you I will at least make two more chapters. Thank you. -Ally