A/N: Hmmm. Some people seemed to like the first two chapters of my fic, so here I am... writing my fic. Hmmm. I do quite like this... I think... I'm not sure it would ever happen, but hey! I can dream!
FAITHFUL FOREVER!!!!
I'm listening to rather depressing Enya songs at the moment so... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I like angst. I know that was really random, but... I don't think I have a good enough excuse.
The Diary of the REAL Keladry
January 3
457 H.E.
Cleon tried to kiss me today. A lot. I told him no. it's bad enough with just Neal.
Yuki is still pining for Neal. I swear, every time she speaks his name, I feel like ripping off his head and feeding him to the stormwings! It was him that started this!
Yet I cannot blame it all on Neal. It was my fault as well. If I hadn't encouraged him... well, lets just say, maybe things might have been a bit different now then.
Neal's offer of marriage still stands. I want it so badly. I want to forget about Cleon and Yuki and want it just to be Neal and I. Neal and I. Neal and I. Neal and I... without anyone else to worry about. I want to marry Neal so we can be happy together. Together.
The word rings in my head like paradise. Like food is to a starving man. Or water is to a parched body. It's delicious. I could spend the rest of my life being with him, wrapped in the very essence of him. I could spend the rest of my life just thinking about Neal. The things he does, the way he touches me, the way he tastes, how he smells, that special unique scent of his...
But then I get carried away into my own little dream world. In my dream, I am no longer plain old single Keladry of Mindelan, but Keladry of Queenscove, doting wife to Nealan of Queenscove. I am happy, I am contented...
Until someone comes along and brings me back into reality. The same old mess that is my life.
The endless routine of lies and deceit. When will I end? Never. After all, we are only human...
But there is something everyone should and must know. A lesson everyone should learn.
You don't know what hell is until you've been me for a day.
A/N: So what did you think? Good or bad? Ay or nay? Ya or nicht? Oui or non... I could go on for ages... but I'm not going to. So review!
It was an accident... a terrible, tragic accident. insert patronising cockney accent here Pauline Fowler, Eastenders. After her son, Martin, just killed Jamie by 'accident'.