Ok, wow this is my first story in a while...in a long while. Just to warn you ahead, you might be a little confused in the beginning but not so confused that you won't be able to figure out what's going on. And my layout's a little different than the rest of the stories as you will see but that's the way i plan on writing this story...so yeah. Oh and by the way, I did no historical research on this whatsoever. I just came up with this story while Ii was listening to Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" God, I adore that song! :) One last note, this isn't edited so yeah....there are going to be tons of grammar mistakes. Sorry :(
April 3, 1725
Bordeaux
She gazed out the window through her teary eyes. She saw her love leaving before her eyes her...leaving...going away....maybe forever. And there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She saw the children run and play along the water, and she saw young men carrying their luggage with heavy hearts to the boats at the dock, looking back at the ones they loved as if to capture their faces in their minds forever, who knows if or not they'll see them again. Once again, she looked up at the cloudy sky wishing all this to be a dream. Wishing this wasn't true...tears once again filled her eyes as she prayed. She felt the salty breeze of the ocean brush past her, as if trying to console her. But nothing could console her now...not the breeze, not the accumulating clouds, nor the green leafy trees surrounding her. The atmosphere and the weather that would normally put her at peace was tearing at her now. It reminded her of him and the times they had together...and it reminded her of what he had said to her before he left.
Your heart will go on
July 5, 1725
Bordeaux
Dear Diary,
It is my 16th birthday today...my "sweet 16," says my cousin. I don't see anything sweet about it. It has been absolutely miserable so far. Men have started paying more attention to me than ever, and I wouldn't mind really because I'm quite used to it, but they do not flirt with me just for the sake of flirting, they're seeking my hand in marriage! marriage for goodness sake! I'm only 16 but according to my mother I am "now at the suitable age of marriage." Well I'm sorry to say I disagree with her! Plus I can't get married...I'm waiting for him...everyone says its ridiculous. They say those who go to the Americas never return. But i bet you he will...he'll return for me...even though he himself said goodbye to me as if he would never see me again. My eyes water even at the thought of that fateful night, the night that tore me away from my first love...my only love...well i cannot write anymore, I must go greet the others who have come to be a part of my birthday celebration...
July 6, 1725
Bordeaux
I had heard from my friends about her. Serenity Bouchard. Oh yes, I had heard plenty about her and not just her, but also her great love story. I think it's quite silly actually, to fall in love in the first place. And her story's oh so cliché...she fell in love with an orphan who was of lower status than her...her parents didn't approve...and they lured him away from her by offering to send him to the Americas, the young man accepted and left....and blah blah blah. Well I could care less about her story, it's the girl I want to meet. She's supposedly the most beautiful and fair maiden in all of France. And to my surprise I've also heard that she's quite spirited. All I know is that I must meet this Serenity Bouchard, and if I find her fitting, maybe pursue her. For if she really is the most beautiful woman in all of France then I shall have to have her. Because Yohji Kudou always gets the best of everything .