Old Author Notes:
Hi again. Here is the equally short chapter 2. Enjoy.
Disclaimer:
By the way, as you already know I DO NOT OWN Mulan, DISNEY DOES!
Chapter 2: Finally Letting Go
I have had enough. I cannot take it any more! I am tearing myself apart because of him! Not only does he jeopardise my chances of having a first class army but also he causes me a lot of lost sleep. I fear being rejected by my family if my feelings towards the boy are.. well.. love. There I admitted I might love the boy. I hope not. It makes what I have to do even harder.
The sparkling stars are the only witnesses, staring from the velvet navy sky above upon the camp. The tents dormant with the snores of exhausted soldiers heard over the faint wind.
There he stood. Fa Ping. The boy who I am secretly so attached to. The boy whose nervous gaze makes me feel like.. blushing. What was going on? Why did my body feel this way? Why did my heart tell me this?
Forcing all nonsense out of my head, I strode boldly up to the boy, who began to look desperately scared as I towered a head above him. He looked so pathetic. Part of me wanted to hit him for being such a wimp. The other part wanted to take him in my arms and hold him.
I gathered all of my courage to do the thing I had needed to do for so long.
"Fa." I began, my voice coming out low and gruff. His eyes looked up into mine and I felt like I would melt. I kept composed though and stared back, hoping to hide the warmth I felt inside having him near me. "Pack up."
His eyes widened in surprise.
"Go home." I continued.
"But.." He tried to plead but I cut him off.
"You're through." My words came out harshly. Ping looked like he would cry. It was almost breaking my heart to look at him. I handed him the reins of his horse and turned away, trying to hide the pain on my face. It was the right thing to do. Having him here was a distraction for me. It was a problem for my men.
I strode off, hoping that this was for the best. Preying silently that I would return back to normal now that Fa Ping was out of my life.