Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is copyright to Naoko. One more thing, I don't own it,
and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
Howdy People! To express my sorrow for you all, for not updating sooner, I wrote this
poem...just for you. By the by, it has been exactly one month, and 3 days since I last updated.
It's actually not my fault...really! It isn't! It's that darn science teacher of mine who kept me
busy with stupid molecular structure of ribose and dimethyl ether then do a presentation
on it. How dare she!!! I know! I hate her as much as you do...perhaps more. Well, I finally finish
this part, but I doubt I can get the next part out soon.
For those who are fans of this fanfic (and I thank you ever so much) you may be asking why
I'm not updating this story soon, after this part. Because, there's this other story...yes, my first story
that I must keep in mind of. I did promise to always keep A Servant Girl the first story to be updated
finish. Um...you're all probably mad because I'm not giving you the part to you, which is the part you have
been ancipating for the past ONE MONTH 3 DAYS. So, would you like me to recite the poem I wrote as
an apology or should I...what? Yuo said NO poem? Well fine! Be that way!
Part VI
A White rose
Serena groaned at the sight of lights coming through the translucent window curtains. "Ugh. Why
can't the darn curtains be opaque instead?" she yelled out in frustration, "I am definitely not a morning
person," the young mother concluded. She was glad she was on a little mini vacation right now. Well,
technically, it wasn't a vacation, it was more of a visitation right for Aunt Betty; she needed to see her
niece and grandniece. Serena slap herself mentally, "Face it Serena, this is about the only vacation you're
going to get unless you get that job as a secretary to pay off for your medical school." Serena panic with
excitement and worries at the thought of receiving her medical degree in cardiology. She was one year
closer to graduating med school and one year closer to getting the title she deserve: Dr. Serena Cescil PhD.
Sure she had the potential, but did Serena have enough money to support her and Charlotte? Yet,
somehow, Serena didn't think about her tribulations right now, she thought about the baffling Darien
Terrence; the one who have been keeping her up all night.
She remembers the first time she has met Darien Terrence; Serena was late for the interview
job in position for a secretarial job for some CEO member, and there Darien was, there he was, holding
the elevator for her. It was a bittersweet meeting between them, but unfortunately, the elevator ride did
not last long enough for them to get personally acquainted. So, really, she didn't have a vacation at all, it
was a business trip. "Ugh! I hate waking up," the blonde closed her heavy eyelids, "I love sleep."
Darien woke up only to find a lonely state of bitterness, but it doesn't matter much to him because
today was Thursday, the day where he get off of work and sleep in late; speaking of which, he should do
about now. Last night sleep was ever so pleasant despite the emotional problems he has; well, not last
night, but really early this morning. Darien sigh contently at the thought of not having to work for the next
four days and a smile plastered on his face at the thought that a three day work week must have indicated
to many people that this young man who fluffs his pillow to get a softer texture for his head, this young man
was absolutely wealthy. He digs his head deeper into one of four white feather pillows, 'Hehehehe; I love
sleeping,' the thought drifted through his head.
After dishes and orange juice glasses were file out by Ms. Rose, small conversations arose
between Darien and Serena now and then, but mostly, the attentions were pointed to the small Charlotte
playing thumb wars with the not small Darien.
"One two three four, I declare thumb war!" both children of the house yell out. Sounds of a
struggling Charlotte were heard by Serena as she couldn't believe the twenty-something man was
playing thumb wars with a little kid.
"No fair! You cheated!"
"I did not!" Darien told Charlotte.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Liar, Liar, plants for hire!"
"Its pants on fire, Charlotte," Darien corrected the small child.
"Well, you would know, liar." Darien was quite surprise at the small child's witty comeback
and he smile to himself, thinking how great it would be to be the parent of this child. How perfect would
his life be if he was the father of Charlotte, but unfortunately, that could never happen. He frowns, and
scolds at himself once more for thinking foolish thoughts. He looks down and saw a pair of bright
brown eyes staring at him, and his smile was renowned. "Hello there," said Charlotte.
"Good morning Charlotte. What are you planning to do today?"
"Um…nothing yet. I hope I get to do something. Mr. Terrence, how come you're not at work?"
asked the rather curious child.
"Because I don't have to be at work today or for the next three days."
"Wow! You have a lot of time off then! And if you have a lot of time off, you must have a lot
of money," said the child, expanding her arms to get her point across. Darien chuckles, amazed at the
knowledge she knew, yet somehow, it was disturbing to know that a kid could know such a thing as
money at this age. "And how do you know that Charlotte?" He asked.
"Well," Charlotte went close to Darien's ear and spoke in a most surreptitious way as possible
for she didn't want her Mother to hear it. "Mother work very hard; I don't see her much and when I do
ask her, she told me she was busy with work." Upon hearing this short, yet meaningful sentence about
Serena, Darien couldn't help but feel sorry for Charlotte. He knew what it was like being neglected due
to his parent's business trips and whatnot. He looked over to Serena; she was just sitting her, staring
out the large French window, with her head resting on her hand. The sunlight radiated her blonde hairs
to a point that it was almost a silver-blondish color. 'She looks so sad,' thought Darien. 'Well, I'm going to
fix that,' his mind said determinedly.
"Hello? Serena? Earth to blonde girl!" He yelled over at the other side of the table. Darien waited
for a reaction, but none came, and when it did, it spooks the heck out of him. "Yes Darien?" she said
slowly, not realizing the secret faces Darien and Charlotte made.
"Since you're only going to be here for the two days, would you like a tour of the estate?
You know, see where the great Darien Terrence lived?"
"Oh yes, I must see your estate or else leaving this place would be a real Shakespearean tragic
indeed,'' she stood up to pick Charlotte up and into her warm motherly arms.
"Mommy, where are we going?"
"Why, we're going to go exploring at the great Darien Terrence's estate!" All Darien could do
was smirk at this benevolent woman.
And if Serena Cescil wasn't truly amazed with Darien's home, her mind nearly blew as they
walk around the enormous estate of one hundred twenty-four acres of green land. "I cannot believe you
own this!" screech the woman of twenty odd something years.
"Well, believe it. What do you said we stop here for a breather?"
The Terrence Estate was indeed great. Flowers bloom wildly along the sides of the many
water fountains. Darien told Serena about the history of his estate, where he took great amount of pride
and work into creating it into a masterpiece. There were seven section into the estate; the mansion, taking
only a small portion of it. Five sections of the estate were themes of flowers, first the irises of all different
kinds, who took the olfactory sense away from Serena as she spot to depict the sweet smell of the irises.
The next section was mums mixed together with tulips and lavender. But the last section of the flower
themes of the estate, were the roses, mainly red and white roses. They took Serena's heart away. It
was indeed no wonder why Darien's took joy in it; the garden was magnificent! The Terrence Estate
would have put the title of "great" in Darien's name. If the estate was allow being open to the public,
surely, his fountains of water, tremendous flower gardens and forest could have been listed as a
wonder of the modern world. "I'm speechless…utterly speechless by this beauty," respond Serena.
"Thank you Serena, but keep your words, you'll be more speechless once we get to the inner
garden of the estate."
"You know what? I'm not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me gawk at your garden
Mr. Terrence."
There was not much long conversations going on, only small, yet meaningful ones. They walk
side by side of each other, both immensely enjoying each other companies and the scenery that surrounded
them. Darien felt so at ease, more than he has ever been since his entire life. He felt happy and calm, taking
in this moment of his life, when he had a somewhat of a feeling of a family, and a beautiful wife to be by his
side. Nothing could beat the sentiment, Serena was glowing and Charlotte was charily chasing butterflies
across the field.
"Ahh…I'm so glad to be sitting down. I never knew that walking could be so hard!" Serena
said as she yawn then stretches herself upon the grassy Earth.
"I suppose we could rest, though I'm deeply disappointed that you won't be seeing the
Great Darien Terrence Estate!"
"Hmmm…I'm ignoring you right now."
"So how old is your daughter?"
"Charlotte is turning six in three months and nine days."
"Do all mothers have that special power of memory?"
"I believe so. Beside, Charlotte is the only reason why I still feel passionate about life. Just looking at
her…it just brightens up my day, and without saying anything, that little daughter of mine encourages me in
the most silent of ways." Darien sighed at the woman who captures his heart so quickly and he frowned
upon the idea that her heart was already capture for he was too late and too blind with his work to not
notice her before.
"And what kind of powers do the fathers get?"
"Oh, I don't know, the ability to hock down foods faster than a pig? Or the power to act likes a
pig from time to time," Serena teased.
"Not all men are like that," he said, referring to his Father who used to nag at him for not using
the correct table etiquette at dinnertime.
"What's your husband's power?" ask Darien as the mysteries of Serena's missing husband no
doubt plaque his mind. Serena was taken by surprise and she stammer, not knowing how to response.
Would he discriminate against her, make her feel lowly, like every guy she dated since Charlotte came
into her life? Should she tell him? Yes, of course, she has do, he has a right to know. But why does
she feel he has a right to know? What's he to her?
"I have no husband."
Such delightful words could not come out of her mouth for Darien interprets it as a meaning
which denotes she could be his. Of course, this was also a double andante for the phrase meant to
Serena that there were many theories in contrast to why she was not wed.
So how could Darien take advantage of this moment, should he sweep her up into his arms and
let her have a thousand kisses or should he try to control himself and ask her more of her past. Should
he care about her past at all? What does it matter, he now have an opportunity to be with someone he
likes. Darien figures it out, he'll compliment her and soother, and when she look into his deep eyes, he'll
asked a most romantic question, "May I have permission to touch your lips ever so lightly against mine?"
Yes, that will be it, and when they kiss, she will be his. Oh, what a happy day this has been! What a
glorious say God has created for him, But of course, what's good without the forces of evil meddling
in his plan, for it was evil that caused him to say,
"Oh?" then his left eyebrow rose. 'Idiot!' his mind scolds at him.
"I don't know if you would like to hear it or not…"
"Serena, I would be honor to learn more about you.''
Serena scoff and laugh quietly, thinking about her past and tears started to form at the tip of
her eyes. "There was a time in my life when I was quite optimistic about love and life. It was a couple
of years ago-five years to be exact- and I was in love…" She paused, not knowing if she should go
on. Serena look to over to Darien, to see if he was paying attention to her, and he have for his facial
expression shows nothing but sincerity.
"Well, as I was saying, "she continued, "I was in love with Robert and he was in love with
me, or so I thought. Love was a tricky thing for it would often cozen young high schoolers into a
charade of emotions, whether it would be hatred or lust, we would not know the difference. Robert
and I seem very much like so in a fairy tale, he and I wouldn't give anybody another thought about
our love; we were just wrapped up in our own little world. Everyone thought we were Adam and
Eve, except without the sins and the apple; he was allergic to apples.
It was the beginning of prom week, and of course, being seniors, reputation was everything.
Robert wanted to make sure everything was perfect, whether it would be the limousine, corsage, or me.
It's ironic now as I think about, if love was perfection, and humans are imperfect, does that mean love
doesn't exist? Well, I'm getting off topic. Since the beginning of prom week, Robert made bizarre
arrangements for me, he would order me to go to different types of gown dressing, he told me 'nothing
but the perfect outfit for the perfect prom queen,' and I believe him. Fittings weren't weird, but corsage
fittings? He took me to go to three different florists, to see which colors and which flowers matches my
dress, personality, and complex. I didn't mind at first, I thought it was cute of him to think of me and to go
to such length for me. Robert started buying my personal hygiene, such as what kind of shampoo and
conditioner and how they should smell, because, 'nothing but perfection for my perfect queen,' right?
So when I started smelling like lilacs and vanilla, and my teeth started looking like sparkly white,
prom night was just hours away. I can still remember those last moments; I can still smell the air, for it
was the air of my purity. Starting from the beginning, everything went wrong. The Jaguar sport car
broke a tire, but being Robert, he always came two hours before he had to pick me up. He must have
been a psychic because he had an extra tuxedo in the trunk, and was ready to swift me off of my feet.
Robert came and he was afraid to swift me off of my feet because…" Serena paused, holding back her
tears by biting her lips, "because it would wrinkle my dress. "
"Serena, you don't have to continue if you don't want to," beckoned Darien.
"Thank you Darien, for understanding. I don't think I could have told you the whole story,
it's just too much," she manages to said before breaking down. Darien took her shaking body and
put it against his, hugging her with sympathy, while managing a thought that this Robert fellow must
have effected her life greatly. Could it be that Robert must have die on prom night and that Serena
still feels for him? He hurt him to think so, even without a husband, Serena's heart could not be
capture by him.
"Please don't cry Serena, such a pretty face should not be covered with tears." Serena
gasps as she heard those words and immediately pushes Darien away.
'Could I be that hideous to her that she can't hug a man? She must have love Robert deeply,'
thought a hurt Darien.
"Oh, I'm sorry Darien, it's just that, Robert told me that exact same thing, and…"
"Don't worry about it Sere, I understand. You'll probably want to be alone for now." He got
up slowly, slipping Serena's arms off of him and kisses her hand before leaving her to keep Charlotte's company.
'He's hurt…I push him away. Why must I always do that? Darien the first person that actually cares
about me…and…and I discarded him like a piece of trash! Get a grip of yourself Serena, this isn't prom night,
this isn't Robert, and this isn't, this isn't a nightmare.' But what could a young lady do in her situation? She was
afraid to be near someone because of a past that deny her a life full of happiness.
All of her suffering ever since Robert, it had shown as day by day, a piece of the wall that Serena
kept to keep her stoic fell, and it nearly damn well crumple the day she met Darien Terrence. Such a moment
of confusion for Serena, and her head hurts as she wonders what she should do. Should she just let Darien
be near her, and try to even remotely show him some love, and hopefully he won't leave her or should she
just endures this pain for another day before leaving this estate of his.
"That's it Serena Cescil, you're making your own fate this time," she so sternly said and got up, but
before taking a step away from her current position, a mental voice came and bug her, 'or maybe Serena,
Fate has already decides for you.'
Well? How do you like it so far? I haven't started writing the next chapter, and to be frank with you, I'm
just going to kill off all the cast so the story will be done. Just kidding! I'm not that cruel! I just...I hate the computer
because the stupid internet is an incomplete source of research if you're trying to interpret what the heck
RNA is. Well..that's it for now. Keep sending me feedbacks and evaluate how well I'm doing...writing wise. Not plot
wise. Thanks alot for reviewing people. I deeply appreciate it! Now for the poem!
Just kidding...no poem!! But for those who do want to hear the poem, send 9.95
plus shipping and handing to:...um...redcouchpotato2@msn.com?
Red Potato
and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
Howdy People! To express my sorrow for you all, for not updating sooner, I wrote this
poem...just for you. By the by, it has been exactly one month, and 3 days since I last updated.
It's actually not my fault...really! It isn't! It's that darn science teacher of mine who kept me
busy with stupid molecular structure of ribose and dimethyl ether then do a presentation
on it. How dare she!!! I know! I hate her as much as you do...perhaps more. Well, I finally finish
this part, but I doubt I can get the next part out soon.
For those who are fans of this fanfic (and I thank you ever so much) you may be asking why
I'm not updating this story soon, after this part. Because, there's this other story...yes, my first story
that I must keep in mind of. I did promise to always keep A Servant Girl the first story to be updated
finish. Um...you're all probably mad because I'm not giving you the part to you, which is the part you have
been ancipating for the past ONE MONTH 3 DAYS. So, would you like me to recite the poem I wrote as
an apology or should I...what? Yuo said NO poem? Well fine! Be that way!
Part VI
A White rose
Serena groaned at the sight of lights coming through the translucent window curtains. "Ugh. Why
can't the darn curtains be opaque instead?" she yelled out in frustration, "I am definitely not a morning
person," the young mother concluded. She was glad she was on a little mini vacation right now. Well,
technically, it wasn't a vacation, it was more of a visitation right for Aunt Betty; she needed to see her
niece and grandniece. Serena slap herself mentally, "Face it Serena, this is about the only vacation you're
going to get unless you get that job as a secretary to pay off for your medical school." Serena panic with
excitement and worries at the thought of receiving her medical degree in cardiology. She was one year
closer to graduating med school and one year closer to getting the title she deserve: Dr. Serena Cescil PhD.
Sure she had the potential, but did Serena have enough money to support her and Charlotte? Yet,
somehow, Serena didn't think about her tribulations right now, she thought about the baffling Darien
Terrence; the one who have been keeping her up all night.
She remembers the first time she has met Darien Terrence; Serena was late for the interview
job in position for a secretarial job for some CEO member, and there Darien was, there he was, holding
the elevator for her. It was a bittersweet meeting between them, but unfortunately, the elevator ride did
not last long enough for them to get personally acquainted. So, really, she didn't have a vacation at all, it
was a business trip. "Ugh! I hate waking up," the blonde closed her heavy eyelids, "I love sleep."
Darien woke up only to find a lonely state of bitterness, but it doesn't matter much to him because
today was Thursday, the day where he get off of work and sleep in late; speaking of which, he should do
about now. Last night sleep was ever so pleasant despite the emotional problems he has; well, not last
night, but really early this morning. Darien sigh contently at the thought of not having to work for the next
four days and a smile plastered on his face at the thought that a three day work week must have indicated
to many people that this young man who fluffs his pillow to get a softer texture for his head, this young man
was absolutely wealthy. He digs his head deeper into one of four white feather pillows, 'Hehehehe; I love
sleeping,' the thought drifted through his head.
After dishes and orange juice glasses were file out by Ms. Rose, small conversations arose
between Darien and Serena now and then, but mostly, the attentions were pointed to the small Charlotte
playing thumb wars with the not small Darien.
"One two three four, I declare thumb war!" both children of the house yell out. Sounds of a
struggling Charlotte were heard by Serena as she couldn't believe the twenty-something man was
playing thumb wars with a little kid.
"No fair! You cheated!"
"I did not!" Darien told Charlotte.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Liar, Liar, plants for hire!"
"Its pants on fire, Charlotte," Darien corrected the small child.
"Well, you would know, liar." Darien was quite surprise at the small child's witty comeback
and he smile to himself, thinking how great it would be to be the parent of this child. How perfect would
his life be if he was the father of Charlotte, but unfortunately, that could never happen. He frowns, and
scolds at himself once more for thinking foolish thoughts. He looks down and saw a pair of bright
brown eyes staring at him, and his smile was renowned. "Hello there," said Charlotte.
"Good morning Charlotte. What are you planning to do today?"
"Um…nothing yet. I hope I get to do something. Mr. Terrence, how come you're not at work?"
asked the rather curious child.
"Because I don't have to be at work today or for the next three days."
"Wow! You have a lot of time off then! And if you have a lot of time off, you must have a lot
of money," said the child, expanding her arms to get her point across. Darien chuckles, amazed at the
knowledge she knew, yet somehow, it was disturbing to know that a kid could know such a thing as
money at this age. "And how do you know that Charlotte?" He asked.
"Well," Charlotte went close to Darien's ear and spoke in a most surreptitious way as possible
for she didn't want her Mother to hear it. "Mother work very hard; I don't see her much and when I do
ask her, she told me she was busy with work." Upon hearing this short, yet meaningful sentence about
Serena, Darien couldn't help but feel sorry for Charlotte. He knew what it was like being neglected due
to his parent's business trips and whatnot. He looked over to Serena; she was just sitting her, staring
out the large French window, with her head resting on her hand. The sunlight radiated her blonde hairs
to a point that it was almost a silver-blondish color. 'She looks so sad,' thought Darien. 'Well, I'm going to
fix that,' his mind said determinedly.
"Hello? Serena? Earth to blonde girl!" He yelled over at the other side of the table. Darien waited
for a reaction, but none came, and when it did, it spooks the heck out of him. "Yes Darien?" she said
slowly, not realizing the secret faces Darien and Charlotte made.
"Since you're only going to be here for the two days, would you like a tour of the estate?
You know, see where the great Darien Terrence lived?"
"Oh yes, I must see your estate or else leaving this place would be a real Shakespearean tragic
indeed,'' she stood up to pick Charlotte up and into her warm motherly arms.
"Mommy, where are we going?"
"Why, we're going to go exploring at the great Darien Terrence's estate!" All Darien could do
was smirk at this benevolent woman.
And if Serena Cescil wasn't truly amazed with Darien's home, her mind nearly blew as they
walk around the enormous estate of one hundred twenty-four acres of green land. "I cannot believe you
own this!" screech the woman of twenty odd something years.
"Well, believe it. What do you said we stop here for a breather?"
The Terrence Estate was indeed great. Flowers bloom wildly along the sides of the many
water fountains. Darien told Serena about the history of his estate, where he took great amount of pride
and work into creating it into a masterpiece. There were seven section into the estate; the mansion, taking
only a small portion of it. Five sections of the estate were themes of flowers, first the irises of all different
kinds, who took the olfactory sense away from Serena as she spot to depict the sweet smell of the irises.
The next section was mums mixed together with tulips and lavender. But the last section of the flower
themes of the estate, were the roses, mainly red and white roses. They took Serena's heart away. It
was indeed no wonder why Darien's took joy in it; the garden was magnificent! The Terrence Estate
would have put the title of "great" in Darien's name. If the estate was allow being open to the public,
surely, his fountains of water, tremendous flower gardens and forest could have been listed as a
wonder of the modern world. "I'm speechless…utterly speechless by this beauty," respond Serena.
"Thank you Serena, but keep your words, you'll be more speechless once we get to the inner
garden of the estate."
"You know what? I'm not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me gawk at your garden
Mr. Terrence."
There was not much long conversations going on, only small, yet meaningful ones. They walk
side by side of each other, both immensely enjoying each other companies and the scenery that surrounded
them. Darien felt so at ease, more than he has ever been since his entire life. He felt happy and calm, taking
in this moment of his life, when he had a somewhat of a feeling of a family, and a beautiful wife to be by his
side. Nothing could beat the sentiment, Serena was glowing and Charlotte was charily chasing butterflies
across the field.
"Ahh…I'm so glad to be sitting down. I never knew that walking could be so hard!" Serena
said as she yawn then stretches herself upon the grassy Earth.
"I suppose we could rest, though I'm deeply disappointed that you won't be seeing the
Great Darien Terrence Estate!"
"Hmmm…I'm ignoring you right now."
"So how old is your daughter?"
"Charlotte is turning six in three months and nine days."
"Do all mothers have that special power of memory?"
"I believe so. Beside, Charlotte is the only reason why I still feel passionate about life. Just looking at
her…it just brightens up my day, and without saying anything, that little daughter of mine encourages me in
the most silent of ways." Darien sighed at the woman who captures his heart so quickly and he frowned
upon the idea that her heart was already capture for he was too late and too blind with his work to not
notice her before.
"And what kind of powers do the fathers get?"
"Oh, I don't know, the ability to hock down foods faster than a pig? Or the power to act likes a
pig from time to time," Serena teased.
"Not all men are like that," he said, referring to his Father who used to nag at him for not using
the correct table etiquette at dinnertime.
"What's your husband's power?" ask Darien as the mysteries of Serena's missing husband no
doubt plaque his mind. Serena was taken by surprise and she stammer, not knowing how to response.
Would he discriminate against her, make her feel lowly, like every guy she dated since Charlotte came
into her life? Should she tell him? Yes, of course, she has do, he has a right to know. But why does
she feel he has a right to know? What's he to her?
"I have no husband."
Such delightful words could not come out of her mouth for Darien interprets it as a meaning
which denotes she could be his. Of course, this was also a double andante for the phrase meant to
Serena that there were many theories in contrast to why she was not wed.
So how could Darien take advantage of this moment, should he sweep her up into his arms and
let her have a thousand kisses or should he try to control himself and ask her more of her past. Should
he care about her past at all? What does it matter, he now have an opportunity to be with someone he
likes. Darien figures it out, he'll compliment her and soother, and when she look into his deep eyes, he'll
asked a most romantic question, "May I have permission to touch your lips ever so lightly against mine?"
Yes, that will be it, and when they kiss, she will be his. Oh, what a happy day this has been! What a
glorious say God has created for him, But of course, what's good without the forces of evil meddling
in his plan, for it was evil that caused him to say,
"Oh?" then his left eyebrow rose. 'Idiot!' his mind scolds at him.
"I don't know if you would like to hear it or not…"
"Serena, I would be honor to learn more about you.''
Serena scoff and laugh quietly, thinking about her past and tears started to form at the tip of
her eyes. "There was a time in my life when I was quite optimistic about love and life. It was a couple
of years ago-five years to be exact- and I was in love…" She paused, not knowing if she should go
on. Serena look to over to Darien, to see if he was paying attention to her, and he have for his facial
expression shows nothing but sincerity.
"Well, as I was saying, "she continued, "I was in love with Robert and he was in love with
me, or so I thought. Love was a tricky thing for it would often cozen young high schoolers into a
charade of emotions, whether it would be hatred or lust, we would not know the difference. Robert
and I seem very much like so in a fairy tale, he and I wouldn't give anybody another thought about
our love; we were just wrapped up in our own little world. Everyone thought we were Adam and
Eve, except without the sins and the apple; he was allergic to apples.
It was the beginning of prom week, and of course, being seniors, reputation was everything.
Robert wanted to make sure everything was perfect, whether it would be the limousine, corsage, or me.
It's ironic now as I think about, if love was perfection, and humans are imperfect, does that mean love
doesn't exist? Well, I'm getting off topic. Since the beginning of prom week, Robert made bizarre
arrangements for me, he would order me to go to different types of gown dressing, he told me 'nothing
but the perfect outfit for the perfect prom queen,' and I believe him. Fittings weren't weird, but corsage
fittings? He took me to go to three different florists, to see which colors and which flowers matches my
dress, personality, and complex. I didn't mind at first, I thought it was cute of him to think of me and to go
to such length for me. Robert started buying my personal hygiene, such as what kind of shampoo and
conditioner and how they should smell, because, 'nothing but perfection for my perfect queen,' right?
So when I started smelling like lilacs and vanilla, and my teeth started looking like sparkly white,
prom night was just hours away. I can still remember those last moments; I can still smell the air, for it
was the air of my purity. Starting from the beginning, everything went wrong. The Jaguar sport car
broke a tire, but being Robert, he always came two hours before he had to pick me up. He must have
been a psychic because he had an extra tuxedo in the trunk, and was ready to swift me off of my feet.
Robert came and he was afraid to swift me off of my feet because…" Serena paused, holding back her
tears by biting her lips, "because it would wrinkle my dress. "
"Serena, you don't have to continue if you don't want to," beckoned Darien.
"Thank you Darien, for understanding. I don't think I could have told you the whole story,
it's just too much," she manages to said before breaking down. Darien took her shaking body and
put it against his, hugging her with sympathy, while managing a thought that this Robert fellow must
have effected her life greatly. Could it be that Robert must have die on prom night and that Serena
still feels for him? He hurt him to think so, even without a husband, Serena's heart could not be
capture by him.
"Please don't cry Serena, such a pretty face should not be covered with tears." Serena
gasps as she heard those words and immediately pushes Darien away.
'Could I be that hideous to her that she can't hug a man? She must have love Robert deeply,'
thought a hurt Darien.
"Oh, I'm sorry Darien, it's just that, Robert told me that exact same thing, and…"
"Don't worry about it Sere, I understand. You'll probably want to be alone for now." He got
up slowly, slipping Serena's arms off of him and kisses her hand before leaving her to keep Charlotte's company.
'He's hurt…I push him away. Why must I always do that? Darien the first person that actually cares
about me…and…and I discarded him like a piece of trash! Get a grip of yourself Serena, this isn't prom night,
this isn't Robert, and this isn't, this isn't a nightmare.' But what could a young lady do in her situation? She was
afraid to be near someone because of a past that deny her a life full of happiness.
All of her suffering ever since Robert, it had shown as day by day, a piece of the wall that Serena
kept to keep her stoic fell, and it nearly damn well crumple the day she met Darien Terrence. Such a moment
of confusion for Serena, and her head hurts as she wonders what she should do. Should she just let Darien
be near her, and try to even remotely show him some love, and hopefully he won't leave her or should she
just endures this pain for another day before leaving this estate of his.
"That's it Serena Cescil, you're making your own fate this time," she so sternly said and got up, but
before taking a step away from her current position, a mental voice came and bug her, 'or maybe Serena,
Fate has already decides for you.'
Well? How do you like it so far? I haven't started writing the next chapter, and to be frank with you, I'm
just going to kill off all the cast so the story will be done. Just kidding! I'm not that cruel! I just...I hate the computer
because the stupid internet is an incomplete source of research if you're trying to interpret what the heck
RNA is. Well..that's it for now. Keep sending me feedbacks and evaluate how well I'm doing...writing wise. Not plot
wise. Thanks alot for reviewing people. I deeply appreciate it! Now for the poem!
Just kidding...no poem!! But for those who do want to hear the poem, send 9.95
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