The Last Dream
The guard led me to the throne room where my father (the king) was discussing what seemed to be an important matter with my mother. When they noticed that I was in the room, their conversation quieted down to a whisper until finally, silence filled the room. I stood behind the tall guard, trying to hide my presence from my parents. Seeing my parents again suddenly made me apprehensive of the punishment that awaited me. The thought of them hadn't given me any worry, but being in their vicinity where their stares could reach me reminded me just how strict my parents could be.
"You've found our daughter," the king finally spoke. His voice was soft, but the empty air carried out his voice so that it resonated throughout the humongous room.
"She was just outside of the village," the guard responded.
"Thank you. If you could please leave us now, that would be greatly appreciated."
The guard gave a quick nod of his head being sure to remain respectful, and then walked out of the room, his armor shingling at every step he took. Then, it was only me and my parents in the room, and I suddenly felt afraid. I was a complete disaster from crying, and the portrait I had received from the village was still tucked in front of my chest. What would they do to me now that they saw my horrible appearance?
"Brianna…" my mother started her voice as strong as ever. My eyes shut tightly as fear ran inside of me. How long were they going to keep acting? I knew that deep inside they were furious at me for disobeying their rules. When the seconds passed and my parents weren't shouting yet, I slowly opened my eyes, giving them a worried look.
My father sighed and stated, "Princess, you probably know what we're going to say, so we're not going to give you the whole lecture."
"Okay," I replied in a whisper, but my voice was so small and soft that I wondered if any noise came out at all.
"What happened in the village?" my mother asked. I could tell that she was trying to keep as calm as possible, but her body was twitching in a way that I knew she was extremely angry at me.
"I met a boy," I answered without thinking and quickly put a hand over my mouth. Why did I say that? Now they were going to be even angrier at me. Why didn't I just say I went to May's birthday party? I was so stupid!
My mother started toward me, her face scrunching into a shocked look. "You met a boy?" she slowly repeated in a high pitched voice. "And what did you and this boy do?"
"W-we just talked," I stammered, tightening my grip on the portrait. The pain of rejection ran though me again and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
"I can't have my daughter go sneaking off into the village and then doing irresponsible things with some boy! And what's this?" She quickly walked up to me and snatched the portrait out of my hands before I could have any time to take in the moment.
"No!" I shouted, reaching out for my portrait, but she already had it in her hands.
"Is this a painting of you and the boy?" she asked, giving me a look of disapproval. She held the picture out in front of her, finally taking a good look at the painting, and I saw her eyes rise up in surprise. "Why, this is a disaster! Whoever painted this was a terrible artist. The whole painting is smudged!"
"My dear, I think that may be because of our daughter's tears," the king said as he came toward us.
"Look at it!" the queen shouted as she held the portrait to his face. Her partner gingerly took the painting into his hands. His eyes scanned the artwork with efficiency, but his face remained emotionless.
"The boy is quite handsome," my father stated as he lowered the painting. "I believe this portrait means a lot to her."
"She is to never see him again! Just give her the punishment already!" The queen picked up the ends of her dress and stormed out of the room. I couldn't believe her. Why was she always pretending to be nice and then end up acting so strict and careless? I tilted my head down in shame. It was time for my punishment and I braced myself for whatever that would be.
As soon as the queen left the room, my father walked up to me, handing over the messy painting. He bent down to my level, and my head rose up to meet his gaze. I noticed that his eyes were full of a warmness that was carried throughout his soul. He was almost the complete opposite of my mother.
"If you want, you can keep this with you as I lead you to your new room," he spoke in a gentle tone. I took the painting into my hands, not caring to take a second glance at it. Then, my father led me out of the room and into the hallway of my chamber. However, instead of making his way into my bedroom, he walked past it and started up the stairs to the next floor.
The next floor was considered as the abandoned hallway. No one ever went up there and the servants and maids had stopped cleaning the chambers since no one stayed there anyways. I imagined that it would be completely filthy by now, covered with cobwebs and heavy dust. What a disgusting place that would be to live in.
But then it occurred to me that if we were headed in that direction, chances were that I was going to have to stay there for who knows how long. At the thought of that, I slowed my walking until I came to a complete stop right in front of my old bedroom door.
I cautiously glanced into the room for no particular reason. My eyes scanned the familiar room and immediately caught sight of a young woman. Sofia! The sight of her lifted my spirits for a split second and I almost ran up to her to greet her… but I didn't.
Something about the way she was standing made me cautious of her. She was facing my window with her back to me, just like the way I had always stared out the window when I was admiring the village scenery. For a moment, the scene was almost… frightening. Then, as I was about to call out her name, her head turned just enough so that she could see me from the corner of her eyes. Her lips mouthed something inaudible that I couldn't comprehend what she was trying to say. I only stared at her in confusion as her lips continued to move.
"…dream…" I heard her whisper, but her voice was still too soft to hear what she was telling me. I intensified my stare at her, somehow hoping she would speak up; but nothing changed until a sudden chill overtook my body and a feeling of fear entered my mind as I gazed into her dark, menacing eyes. She didn't appear to be the same Sofia I had known from my childhood. This Sofia was an entirely different person. Without bothering to ask her any questions, I made a run for the stairs trying to catch up with my father again. As I ran, I heard a light voice that echoed as it surrounded me.
"…can't I…even… dream…?" The voice sounded like Sofia's but more ghostly, as if her soul was lingering nearby and was trying to haunt me. I shut my eyes, now running blindly forward until I bumped into something. My eyes opened to see my father in right of me. He turned around, not bothering to care that I had just run into him and gestured a hand to an open door.
I peered inside to see a room ten times worse than I had imagined it to be. Every single object was blanketed with a thick layer of dust and the entire room was surprisingly dark. Only a huge window allowed for any sort of light into the room, and I wondered if any of the light rays could even pass through the dirt infested window.
"You'll be staying in here until I tell you, you can come out," my father spoke in a deep voice.
I turned around to face him. "How long will that be?"
"I don't know yet."
My eyes widened at the fact that I could be staying in that room for weeks. "But father—!" I tried to protest, but he stopped me with his loud voice before I could say any more.
"The punishment could've been a lot worse, Princess!"
I let out a weak cry fixing my eyes on my father, and I noticed from his behavior that he didn't want to do this anymore than I did. Finally, he turned his attention to me. Giving me a light push toward the room, he whispered, "Forgive me, Princess. It wasn't my idea to do this to you. Sofia insisted that this be your punishment. Surprisingly I had no say in it. Your mother… she agreed to it almost instantly and Sofia… she had this… this look in her eyes, like she was going to kill me if I refused to do this. I know she's just a maid and I have more power over her but… well, if you think about it, it really isn't as bad as it seems. You're not even being brutally hit or anything of the sort, and I promise you that I'll let you out in a few short days."
"Father…" I started in a soft voice. He stood up tall and headed for the door.
"Wait!" I cried out and ran up to him, clutching his clothing so that he couldn't move without taking me with him. "Please, I don't want to stay here in this room. I'm scared."
My father gently removed my hands from his clothes. "Do not worry, Princess. The palace is perfectly safe. Even in the dirtiest of rooms I assure you, nothing bad will happen to you."
"You're lying!" I shouted, "What about all those guards dying in the palace? You still consider this place safe?"
I saw my father blink in shock. He probably never meant for me to find out about any of that.
"Please!" I tried again, my voice choking up. "I don't want to stay here. Let me go back to my old room."
"I can't do that, Princess. Just know that you'll be safe in here," he stated firmly before slamming the bedroom door.
"No!" I screamed as I ran up to the door, the palms of my hand rapping at the door so I could be released from this dirty prison. The door wouldn't budge. I knew then that I was going to be stuck in this dark room by myself for a long time. What was promised to be a few short days, would feel like dreaded long months.
I sank to the floor, sobbing either quietly or loudly to myself. I couldn't tell. It didn't matter anyways. It seemed like nothing good ever came out of living a luxurious life. Even royalty had its problems. There was no way to escape sadness and fear when it had already succumbed to the body of my being.
As I slowly turned around, my eyes fell upon something bright on the dark floor. I soon realized that it was my portrait of me and Drew when we were in the village. I must've dropped it and not noticed that it had fallen because of the fear of staying in this room alone! Looking at the picture once again, I quickly spotted our bright hair colors, still vibrant and rich like before despite the darkness in the room; and a single glance at that picture was enough to silence my cries for a moment.
The portrait was mesmerizing. Our smiling faces looked so happy; a feeling that had left me as quickly as it came. However, as I wiped away the tears that had settled on my bottom lids, I noticed that the painting suddenly had a different appeal to it. The beautiful masterpiece I saw earlier had changed into smudged paint on paper. It no longer seemed to contain the magic it had before, just like everything I thought I had gotten… which had suddenly disappeared right before my eyes.
With a sigh, I threw the painting across the room blindly so that it lay somewhere in the dark unknown area of the room. I didn't know what to feel anymore. All of the emotions that were inside me found their way out, maybe through my tears, and had left me feeling nothing.
After a long moment of sitting on the dusty floor, I stood up. I didn't have to force myself to do it; I felt as if my body was taking control of itself, that it knew what it needed: rest. Standing before the old bed, I hastily swept the dust off from the bed with my hand. Thousands of dust flew off when I collapsed on it, polluting the air, but of course I didn't mind. Why would I when I had problems that were worse than living in a filthy room?
I didn't want to think about anything anymore. As I lay on the dusty bed, I felt my eyes growing droopy and I shut them to prepare myself to be taken over by sleep. I didn't need to wait long. It came soon after I had shut them and I wished that I could've been in that state of nothingness forever.
I awoke the next morning against my own will. What part of my body was to blame for the resurrection of my mind? I would've preferred to remain in my deep slumber than to have wakened to this nightmare world.
My eyes remained closed, afraid to view the outside world. All I wanted was to stay motionless on my bed in the dark, silent room. Hopefully, nothing would bother me here.
As I continued to lie on the bed, my ears detected a soft strumming. It was a light sound, and each strum produced a different pitch. Such beautiful… music! I soon realized that it was the harp that Sofia always played for me. At this recognition, my eyes shot wide open, and my body twitched so sharply that the entire bed shook, causing more dust to become exposed to the air.
I listened more intently to each note that was being played until each note became a melody and soon after, a song: my favorite song. The one Sofia always played and sang for me. I could hear it faintly through the thick walls of the palace; the beautiful sound of the harp and Sofia's lovely soprano singing made my mind go blank. I soon settled myself as I took in the words from the magical song.
Wait… words?
My eyes shot open in an instant. I quickly jumped out of the bed and ran to the door. Kneeling by the foot of the door, I pressed my ear against it, hoping the sound quality would improve. Sofia's voice wasn't any louder, but I heard just enough to justify that she truly was singing the song with lyrics! Had she suddenly remembered them? Had she just made some up? Had she always known them…?
Before I would come to a conclusion, the door suddenly opened, revealing a tall guard in shiny armor. I looked up at him in confusion, and then realized how sloppy I appeared. With a faint blush, I made an attempt to stand up, but the guard spoke out before I could get to my feet.
"I was ordered to deliver you breakfast today." He made his way around me and took a seat by the wall, holding up a tray full of food and drinks. I gave a nervous glance to the guard but then realized that it was the same guard who had found me outside of the village. Feeling a bit safer, I took a seat by him and wrapped my arms around my knees. The guard set the tray by my feet, but I made no attempt to touch it.
"You're not hungry?" he asked.
"No. I don't want to eat," I answered softly. The guard gave a light chuckle.
"Well that's not good. I guess I brought up all that food for nothing then," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. He was probably trying to lighten up the mood, but I couldn't find any energy to let out even the tiniest smile.
"I'm sorry," I replied weakly.
The guard smiled at me before saying, "Why don't you try eating the bread? It's good for you."
"No. I'm really not in the mood to eat right now."
"How about drinking then? A little water isn't going to hurt you now, will it? It might be refreshing," he insisted.
I gave a sigh and took the cup of water into my hands. It felt heavy between my delicate fingers but I kept my grip on it as I took a tiny sip from the cup. The water was more refreshing than I imagined it to be and surprisingly, I found myself drinking the entire cup. When I finally put it back onto the tray, the guard smiled brightly at me. I wanted so badly to smile back, but my body didn't seem to agree with me, so I kept a straight face at him.
Because of that failed attempt, I tried to start a conversation to make the awkward feeling go away. I took notice of a glass cup full of a dark red drink in his right hand, so I made a small comment on that.
"Is that for you?" I asked diverting my eyes away from him.
"This?" he replied holding up the cup. "Yeah, I guess it's for me. I don't really know what it is though. Sofia just handed it to me while I was making my way here."
"Sofia gave it to you?" I questioned, now intrigued that my maid was a part of our conversation.
"That's right. She's such a kind lady."
Sofia giving the guards a drink? That didn't sound at all like her. What was she trying to do to the guards?
"But you know… sometimes she can be a bit… frightening," the guard added when I didn't reply back. "She gives you this look with her eyes, and for a second you feel like you're frozen in time, you know what I mean?"
I hesitated before answering, "Yes." I knew exactly what he meant. So I wasn't the only one who felt that when she stared at me. My father had also mentioned before that he had felt that too. But why? I pondered the thought, but I couldn't figure out any explanation as to why. She had just become an enigma to me.
Then, I realized what my father had said to me before he locked me in the room. "Forgive me, Princess. It wasn't my idea to do this to you. Sofia insisted that this be your punishment…" It didn't make any sense! Sofia was the person who had helped me escape from the palace. Then why was she the person who decided my punishment? Was she trying to deceive me from the start?
"I heard the Queen mumbling something about you meeting some boy in the village. Is that right?" the guard suddenly spoke out.
My whole body twitched at the sound of the news that I had tried to forget. I didn't want to remember any of that. Why did he have to bring that up?
As if he had read my mind, the guard gave an apologetic look and then let out a small sigh.
"Your situation reminds me of an old legend I once heard," he stated looking off into the distance. "I first heard it from Sofia actually, back when I was a young boy training to be a palace guard," he continued giving me no choice but to listen to him.
"A man around your age fell in love with a beautiful princess. Surprisingly, the princess loved him back and the two were very happy together. However, they always met in secret because they were afraid to be seen together. Royalty and Commoner… it's constantly being enforced to being unacceptable, so of course it was difficult for them to ever imagine to end up together."
I listened more attentively to the guard as he spoke his story. It was certainly an interesting love story.
"Before long, the time had come when the princess had to get married," he continued in a steady tone. "It was one of those days when the two lovers decided to proclaim their engagement plans to the princess's parents: the Kind and Queen."
"Her parents refused to let them get married," I spoke in a gentle tone, knowing that it was the most likely to happen.
"Sadly, yes," the guard responded. "But the King and Queen were violent with their response, and that made it worse for the lovers to keep their love strong. Finally, the princess stopped seeing the man, and that made the man worried.
"After a week's time of not being able to see his princess, he made a visit to the palace, where the King had informed him that his daughter was engaged to a prince that was far better than he was, and that they were in the princess's chamber room, not to be disturbed. The young man couldn't believe his ears, but he knew the King wouldn't lie of that. Anger and sorrow passed through his body as he took in the news. His life had been taken away from him. And so with the last of his energy he summoned a prophecy that a future princess would die of a similar death as he did. And right after he spoke those words, he passed away."
"That sounds like the curse that we have here in the palace," I commented with fear behind my voice. The guard gave me a surprised look and blinked a couple times probably trying to put the information together.
"Is it the curse?" I inquired.
"I have no idea. I just remember Sofia telling me that it was an old legend. I never expected anything more from it," he replied. He obviously hadn't heard much about the curse of the palace. Not surprising though since it wasn't discussed about at all.
"It sounds exactly like it, but with more details in it."
We exchanged glances, probably realizing what that meant for me or for all of us.
"W-well…" the guard started.
"Maybe it won't happen," I stated, trying to sound calm. "I mean, you did say it was a legend so that means it's not really true."
"Right," he agreed and then slowly got to his feet. "Well, I've stayed a large amount of time in here. I should get back to duty now."
"Back at the village?" I asked not wanting the guard to leave so soon.
"No, here in the palace. We've lost too many guards to have any go to the village at the moment."
I kept my gaze at him, hoping that he wouldn't leave yet, but he continued toward the door.
"Eat your breakfast, alright Princess?" he said and then took a sip of his drink.
"I-I will!" I stammered. He closed the door tightly behind him and I was left alone in the dark dusty room again. But seconds after the guard left, I heard a terribly loud scream coming from outside my room.
"It's Sofia!—Princess!"
I immediately rushed to the door, banging on it with my fists so I could be let out.
"What? What is it? Let me out so I can help you!" I yelled with fear in my voice.
"P-poisoned…" I heard the guard mutter, and then he started screaming for help.
"Are you alright? Let me out! Please!" I begged, banging harder and louder on the door, but the door wouldn't open.
Within seconds I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and then stopping before my room. The screaming had died out so that only silence filled the empty air. My hands automatically stopped making noise, but I could feel my body trembling in fear and worriment for the kind guard. What had happened to him?
"He's dead," I heard a low voice speak from outside my door. I flinched at the sound of the voice, trying to persuade myself that he wasn't dead. He wasn't! I gingerly brought a hand by my lips. How could this happen? He was alive just a minute ago!
The doorknob beside me turned, but I was afraid to look out. When I finally did, I saw in the hallway, my father, the remaining guards we had left… and Sofia. I wondered where my guard friend was and tried to look for him, but my father stood in my way.
"Don't look, Princess," he said in his deep voice. But that made me even more terrified. I couldn't believe that all my friends were slowly leaving me. Again, loneliness tried to become my world, but I didn't want to accept it.
"Do you know what happened?" my father asked me.
"He said something about… 'poisoned'. His drink or something," I answered cautiously.
"That would explain the fluid on the ground. Did he tell you who gave it to him?"
My eyes immediately turned to Sofia in a subtle manner. She appeared more concentrated on what lay on the ground than what my answer was, but I knew she was curious of how I would reply back.
"I don't know. He didn't say."
"Ah, I see. Nevertheless, we most certainly have a traitor inside the palace. Guards! Clean up this mess and then search the area again! We must find this traitor before she— or he kills someone else." I saw him glancing over at Sofia with a suspicious look in his eyes, but then quickly walked away.
The rest of the guards all left carrying the motionless guard. They surrounded him completely though so I couldn't get a good look at him. Soon it was just me and Sofia alone in the abandoned hallway. We stared at each other in silence: my tired, worried eyes against her dark, cold ones. There was definitely a great distinction in her behavior from what it used to be. I just couldn't figure out why.
"Now do you understand the feeling of losing a loved one who will never love you back…?" she whispered in an eerie voice. I gasped quietly, wondering if she had really said that or if it was just my imagination. She smiled at me; a small yet vicious smile, enough to make me want to scream and hide away forever. With a deep breath, I locked the bedroom door from the outside and slowly pulled the door shut until it was completely closed. I wouldn't be able to see her and that would make me feel a bit more relieved. I realized that I probably could've left the room if I wanted to. But what was the point if I had nothing to live for anymore…?
Later during the day, I decided to sleep. There was nothing else to do in the room besides that, unless I was really interested in playing with dust. In my sleep, I had another dream, but this one was less frightening. Instead, it was more emotional.
Drew was in my dream. He was with May of course. The two were so happy. They had a great life in the village free from curses and strict parents. And in my dream, the two were doing everything a perfect couple would do: hold hands, hug, kiss, feed each other, tease each other… the list went on and on. And while they were happily together, I watched from nearby, envying May the entire time.
When I awoke from that dream, I knew that I still wasn't over Drew yet. And I felt a sudden urge to see him again!
Without further hesitation, I made my way to the dirty window and pulled at it until it creaked open. A strong breeze blew in as the window opened, causing my red hair to fly all over my face. I had to hurriedly fix my hair so that I could view the village scene once more. Then, I saw it.
The small village was in perfect view as I always saw it, and I concluded that it was because I was in the room just above my old one. It brought back memories; memories of the dreams I had whenever I glanced out the window. They were so wild, so free and full of happiness; little did I know that dreams were merely fragments of glass just waiting to be shattered at the perfect time. Still, knowing that never stopped anyone from dreaming, did it? That's why people still dream, isn't that right?
I rested my elbows on the window sill, my hands holding up the curve of my face so that I could peacefully watch the village as it came alive. The center area was full of life as it always was; people walking in and out, stopping at the water fountain to enjoy the sight of the peaceful waters.
Then, I saw him. I saw Drew in the center area right in front of the water fountain. There was no mistaking him, not with his noticeably green hair.
"Drew," I said aloud, hoping that he would somehow hear my voice. His head turned toward me, and I felt my heart leap up with happiness… until I saw her.
May.
I saw her as she ran up to Drew, panting because she was out of breath, and Drew giving a flick of his hair, probably teasing her again. What I thought was Drew turning to face me, was only him turning to face May.
"No…" I whispered as I leaned out the window to get a better look. My eyes wouldn't believe what they were seeing, and my mind couldn't process if what I was seeing was real or just a dream.
"Drew!" I said raising my voice. I extended out a hand so that he could take it; take it and be with me, so that the loneliness would finally leave me.
He didn't take it.
He didn't even bother to look at me. I saw the two facing each other with such happy expressions. And then, Drew put his arms around her. May struggled in his arms as if she was trying to break free from him. I imagined myself in her place. I would've stayed happily in his arms, not try to break free of it.
Then, May settled herself and nuzzled her head upon his chest. I could feel the inner part of myself wanting to scream, to break the two apart! And finally, I realized that I truly was screaming, screaming out his name. My hand extended further out the window, trying desperately to reach out for him. But he never once looked back at me.
"Drew! Drew!" I tried harder, each shout louder and more emotional than the last. I couldn't allow for those two to be together! Why did I have to suffer alone?
I could feel the pain surge throughout my body, crying out for his touch, for his attention to be turned toward me. But the two only kept in each other's arms, while I had no one to hold on to. Hot tears filled my eyes as I continued to scream for him. I never knew I could scream so loud. I never knew I could reach out that far. When, at last, the two stopped embracing one another, they looked caringly at each other before sealing their love with a final kiss.
I don't know what happened to me after that. All I knew was that I was falling, and the light air was guiding me to my future. I could see the ground below me approaching me faster that I could've imagined, but that didn't cause any fear to enter my mind.
Knowing that it was all over for me, I made a couple blinks to ensure that I was still alive for the moment. After one of those blinks when my eyes were open, I could see the inside of my old room. The window was wide open, and Sofia was sitting on her small stool beside my bed, playing her beautiful silver harp. It was that song again. I could recognize it even as I was falling to my death, and I felt a bit of sanctity knowing that that song was the last thing I heard before I fell into the darkness.
My gaze turned to Sofia, and surprisingly, she was looking back at me. Her murky, depraved eyes glared back at me as she continued to strum her harp. And as I passed the window, my eyes no longer able to view the inside of my room, I could hear her faint voice singing the words of that haunting song.
"…Can't I even dream?"
My mind went blank after that and I found myself in an empty abyss. There was nothing here, just like in my living world, and just like in my dream world. However, this place was more comforting. There was no way to explain it, but I had no troubles letting my mourning and sorrow over Drew come out.
I now understood why the young man had placed that curse over the palace. It was because he had lost a loved one who had been his reason for living. And that emotion was so strong that it overpowered him, causing the essence of his being to die off. And I had followed in his footprints. The curse of the palace was truly an accurate foretelling.
The death of a future princess was caused by a single man; a single man who had no love for her, and left her grieving to her death. Whoever knew love was such a murderous thing?
My love for Drew was probably never meant to be. I knew that. Others knew that. Everyone knew that. But I just never choose to believe it. Even after being told countless times to give up on him, even after being told to my face that he didn't love me, and that he loved May… I still dreamed to be with him.
It was a stupid dream. But all dreams are stupid, aren't they? There's no reason to dream when others are already convinced of how the future will be. Is there no change to that? No dream to change that? If there is, it must require power: something that I didn't have despite my status.
May and Drew… I had no part in that relationship, no chance to be with him; none at all. Misty, Leaf and Dawn; they had all told me how those two were meant for each other, and the news cut my heart to pieces. Why give more reason when I had already heard enough? The only outcome was tears, pain, and injuries, none that could be easily fixed.
I was constantly told that those two were a cute couple. They represented the perfect couple. They were made for each other. Having me interfere with them was just a waste of time. And as I speak out to my audience full of empty seats, for anyone who is willing to hear my words, all I have to say is that, I know.
I know all that, ok?
I know I won't ever have a chance to be with my love. No matter how strong it is, it would never beat May's love for him.
Do you have to ruin my dreams for me? Put me down and tell me what decisions I should make? Can't I just live in my dream world peacefully already knowing that it will never be brought to reality?
Can't I even dream…?
Author's Notes: Well, I must admit that after writing this story, I've gained more respect for Brianna than I had for her when I first saw her in Chrysanthemum Island drooling over Drew ahaha. I want to thank you readers who have read this and I hope you enjoyed it (or maybe not). I just wanted to try to maybe persuade people that Brianna really isn't as bad as she seems (At least I think she isn't…) I hope this story wasn't too bad. Oh and if you've never heard the song before, you should listen to it, because it's a really beautiful song hehe.