Chapter 5

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The next day, I headed straight to work. I brushed on the horses' manes and prepping them up for the kids to ride on. Not many customers would come in since it was a school day, but it never bothered me to groom these beautiful animals. I started securing their saddles onto their backs.

I couldn't recall much of yesterday, other than the fact that my drinking was supposed to get rid of John. That did not help at all. It made me feel stupid.

All of a sudden, the horse in front of me jumped in fear. It was then when I got knocked out conscious.

"Pocahontas! Pocahontas, wake up!" I heard Nakoma yell at me. My eyes fluttered open, annoyed by the sound of her voice.

But, it seemed like an emergency call so I had to get up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's John. He's at the pub in town and he killed someone."

My eyes grew wide, "What?!"

She nodded. Thus, I placed on my moccasins and ran to find John. Running through the forest and listening to the sound of noise, I reached the pub just at the brink of the forest, nearing the main town. I found him just exiting the pub in befuddled anger.

"John." I approached.

He slowly looked up at me and said monotonously, "Pocahontas."

Before me was a guy whom I barely recognized anymore. He used to be kind and adventurous, not angry and harmful to people not even to ones sharing his own interests. John bowed his head down in shame and looked away.

"John, I tried to tell my father– "

"But nothing happened." He interrupted, "You're not leaving with me, Poca. I wish you would come with me, maybe we should even run away together! Start new lives together, but– "

"But I have my people." I said firmly.

John sighed and nodded in understanding. He murmured, "And I have my duty."

"That you are not even succeeding in!" I added. Tears started to prickle in my eyes with the thought of him failing because of me. All of this was because I rejected him and our journey together. We were going to unite our cultures into one and live peacefully. However, it wasn't happening and we could not start a war especially when there is a demeaning feud at the castle.

"Why are you being like this?!" I cried to him, "I said I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, well 'sorry' isn't going to mend this broken heart!" He yelled back. It was like his ears were fuming out puffs of smoke from anger and it was as if he was about rage on me. After a short pause, he huffed a puff and continued to speak, "I'm sorry I snapped at you like that."

I shook my head, "It's fine. I deserve it."

"You don't–"

"Yeah, I do. I said no, John. I truly am sorry."

John pursed his lips, "It's alright. I'm just going to really miss you."

"I'm going to miss you, too."

He stepped forward and approached me slowly as he studied all of my features, even in the uneven light. The snow kept brewing around us as the temperature kept dropping but my heart rate was what warmth me with his presence close. John tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and came into close contact, making me feel his cool breath on my cheek. My heart began to race even more. Just as I thought he was going to kiss me…

"But now that I think about it, I think it is best for me to let you go."

I broke away from our close proximity and snapped, "What?"

John began to stutter, "I'm just saying– "

"You were just about to kiss me, and I was about to confess a bunch of things to you since we wouldn't be seeing each other again, and it was hope; hope that we will see each other again! But no, you just end up telling me 'oh, maybe it is best to let you go! What kind of bs is that?!" I scolded.

"It's hard to explain but long story short, has it come to your attention that you don't know a lot about me? Even I don't know much about you."

My lips pressed into a thin line as realization washed over me. It was true, I just knew him as John, the hunter with merely a heart in public but one so strong in its lonesome. I did not really knew all the basics like his birthday, his favorite meal, nor any other of his likes and dislikes. My mind was finally understood of entelechy.

"You're right," I said, "I don't know you that well. But I'd be willing to. I know it's hard for you to pour yourself off like that but if you really liked me, then it would eventually come out sooner or later."

John nodded, "You're right. If I really did like you, I would eventually tell you…"

My ears didn't feel complete when he said those words. In my head, I was really just waiting for him to say more because he likes me, doesn't he? I don't really know anymore, I don't want to feel too selfish about it. But, deep deep inside, did he like me? At least a little bit?

"The thing is, I don't like you."

My heart all of a sudden broke into pieces.

"In fact, it's more than that. I love you."

My heart gradually pieced itself together again. The corners of my lips kept tugging upward to form a huge smile on my face but I should not let it show. Not when I had to say, "Okay, now you are just being hypocritical. I may not know much about you but that is just the same as you about me! You don't know a lot."

John smirked, "But I'm pretty sure I can piece it together."

I rolled my eyes and nudged him before getting hit by a breeze of the cold wind once again. This time, I shivered way more than before.

"Here." John said before planting a kiss firmly on my lips. A wallowing wave of heat billowed over me as my cheeks began to burn red hot and my eyes prickled just a little. The things he can do to me without really needing to do much!

"Promise me that you will not judge me once I completely tell you all about me?" He asked.

After a few moments of unneeded contemplation, I nodded. From that point on, I didn't judge him at all like he begged and gratefully he did the same to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a small kiss on his lips once more before whispering, "Promise. Especially before you go."

I was suddenly awake on the straw-like ground in the stables. At first, I couldn't recognize where I was but everything slowly came into tact. It was weird how that vision seemed so real and the fact that John was in it made it seem just the complete opposite– it was so surreal to me.

I rose from the ground whilst regaining balance and consciousness then dusted myself off. Everything seemed to be the way it was before I got knocked out. The only thing that changed was my mind of John. He just kept digging deeper into my head and it gnawed me every single second. For some reason it felt like that vision was some sort of message, something that would maybe try to make me reprimand my relationship with John. He did want me to understand him, so is that why these visions pop up?

Either that or my mind wants to play games with me by making John an actual prince in my dreams. Pfft, yeah right!

In conclusion, I needed to see John. He has an explanation and maybe some answers as to why these snippets of dreams keep occurring to me.

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A/N

so I know it's been quite long since I updated but that's because my summer is being somewhat productive recently and I'm trying to finish up a good ending for my other story (Teen Wolf based) called Resurrect. after that, I will be fully dedicated to this story. PLEASE leave a review, follow, and favorite this story! I really wanna know your feedback and gain more readers especially since writing this story is kinda late.

I want y'all to reminisce back to season 1 and 2 haha. love you guys xx