Perry just sat, staring at him, mouth open in shock. She shook her head and
let go of his hand standing up, backing away from him. Charlie looked up at
her, his face showing hurt at her apparent refusal of his love. Peresea
just stood there and looked at him. It hurt her to have him think that she
did not love him back, when in fact she does, but she was in shock. She did
not know how to tell him that they couldn't be together. That it would not
be possible. That she was promised to another ever since she was a small
child. She just looked down and then went to the door, picking up her
cloak, shaking her head,
"Charlie... I... I have to go. I should get back to my place. Thank you for dinner. It was great. I... I have to go. See you tomorrow." She headed out the door before he could protest, leaving him with a confused and hurt look on his face.
She rushed across the courtyard, up the stairs and into her apartment, closing the door behind her tears streaming down her face as she threw her cloak off and flopped upon her bed, sobbing loudly into the pillow. She sobbed as the night wore on, crying herself to sleep.
***
She awoke to the sound of her alarm, a blue dragon clock that Charlie had given her when she had told him she was not an early riser. It would let out a roar every seven seconds. She pulled its tail to shut it off and sat up, stretching and yawning, blinking the morning sunlight. "It was all a dream. It was all a dream..." she muttered to herself as she headed to the washroom. Last night was all a dream, Charlie had not told her he loved her, and she did not run out on him rather than telling him how she felt. She looked up at the mirror above the sink and saw her red- rimmed eyes, her rumpled clothes, her unkempt braid, and realized it was no dream. The mirror spoke to her, "You look awful, dearie. Rough night with the dragons?" Perry scowled at the mirror, and peeled off her clothes to take a hot shower, hoping to get some refuge from the soothing heat and steam. She finished showering and brushing her teeth, pulled on cranberry-colored robes and tied her hair back into a knot at the nape of her neck, securing it with some ruby- colored combs to match her robes. She headed down to the Commons her eyes downcast, hoping she would not meet.... "Charlie what are you doing here?" her head snapped up as she bumped into him at the hot cereal line, almost knocking her goblet of juice of the tray she held. He just looked down at her, his face void of emotion, though his eyes screamed betrayal, his voice crisp, "Getting breakfast, just like you, Miss de la Vega." She stepped back, his chilly demeanor hitting her like a blow to the face. She bit her lip and ducked her head dropping her tray on a table, then ran out of the Commons, tears streaming down her face. Blinded by tears she headed past the Hospital Wing and down into the valley, not really watching where she was going, only wanting to leave the hurt behind, she ran far, farther than she should have, and she heard a loud roar before and above her. A medium-sized Romanian Longhorn, only a few months old, was heading toward her, an evil look in its eyes, she stopped dead, and let out a high-pitched scream, blacking out as the dragon swooped toward her.
"Charlie... I... I have to go. I should get back to my place. Thank you for dinner. It was great. I... I have to go. See you tomorrow." She headed out the door before he could protest, leaving him with a confused and hurt look on his face.
She rushed across the courtyard, up the stairs and into her apartment, closing the door behind her tears streaming down her face as she threw her cloak off and flopped upon her bed, sobbing loudly into the pillow. She sobbed as the night wore on, crying herself to sleep.
***
She awoke to the sound of her alarm, a blue dragon clock that Charlie had given her when she had told him she was not an early riser. It would let out a roar every seven seconds. She pulled its tail to shut it off and sat up, stretching and yawning, blinking the morning sunlight. "It was all a dream. It was all a dream..." she muttered to herself as she headed to the washroom. Last night was all a dream, Charlie had not told her he loved her, and she did not run out on him rather than telling him how she felt. She looked up at the mirror above the sink and saw her red- rimmed eyes, her rumpled clothes, her unkempt braid, and realized it was no dream. The mirror spoke to her, "You look awful, dearie. Rough night with the dragons?" Perry scowled at the mirror, and peeled off her clothes to take a hot shower, hoping to get some refuge from the soothing heat and steam. She finished showering and brushing her teeth, pulled on cranberry-colored robes and tied her hair back into a knot at the nape of her neck, securing it with some ruby- colored combs to match her robes. She headed down to the Commons her eyes downcast, hoping she would not meet.... "Charlie what are you doing here?" her head snapped up as she bumped into him at the hot cereal line, almost knocking her goblet of juice of the tray she held. He just looked down at her, his face void of emotion, though his eyes screamed betrayal, his voice crisp, "Getting breakfast, just like you, Miss de la Vega." She stepped back, his chilly demeanor hitting her like a blow to the face. She bit her lip and ducked her head dropping her tray on a table, then ran out of the Commons, tears streaming down her face. Blinded by tears she headed past the Hospital Wing and down into the valley, not really watching where she was going, only wanting to leave the hurt behind, she ran far, farther than she should have, and she heard a loud roar before and above her. A medium-sized Romanian Longhorn, only a few months old, was heading toward her, an evil look in its eyes, she stopped dead, and let out a high-pitched scream, blacking out as the dragon swooped toward her.