Mwahaha! I'm good ;) Continuing…very short…what are you gonna do? Shoot me?
Rhetorical Question…
Chapter 4- Mirana/Stayne
Stayne
I walked down the hall, one red rose in between my thumb and forefinger. My heart was beating loudly against my armor covered chest. I was so nervous…I'd never done this before. So, as I knocked on her bedroom door and it swung open, I nearly passed out.
She was decorated in light pink and white hearts, a million of them placed on her white dress. Her white hair was glistening in what little light passed between us, and her chocolate brown eyes were staring at me softly, letting me know I had nothing to fear.
"Stayne?" she asked, seemingly out of breath. I smirked- was she happy to see me?
"I, um, have a gift for you. For Saint Valentine's Day," I stuttered out, handing her the rose. She stared at it, open-mouthed, before engulfing me in a hug. I, of course, was much taller than her, so it was a bit awkward. But I loved every bloody second of it.
"Mirana?" I said gently, peeling her off me. She looked a bit hurt, but she recovered quickly.
"Yes?" she asked. I knelt down in front of her and took her hands, my heart, once again, beating on my chest. I wondered if she could hear it…
"Will you be my valentine?" I whispered. She smiled widely and nodded, leaning down and kissing my nose.
"Of course."