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"I think I'll leave you two be" Mac said whilst pointing to the door, he had a massive grin stretched across his face, Martin stepped closer to Ruthie, they couldn't break their eye contact, she turned towards the hall and ran upstairs to her room locking herself into her bathroom. She leaned against the door, Ruthie had always been a strong person yet ever since martin came into her life she would cry at the slightest thing. And on this occasion it was no exception, she slid down the door placing her head in her hands she began to cry I don't understand. Why am I reacting like this? I've loved martin for all this time, or have I just loved the idea of him? He said he loved me, Martin Brewer loves me.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, he sat against the other side of the door "Ruthie, please come out?" he waited for the door to unlock, but she wouldn't budge, he sighed heavily "Ruthie I love you. I don't know what's going through your mind right now, but tell me, please." He whispered, he waited again for a response yet she couldn't face him and she had no idea why. He got up to leave when he heard the lock unlock, he looked around to see her small face, he tried to say something yet was cut of by her, she walked to her bed and sat on the end looking out to see the sun setting-

"As a little girl I always dreamt about my prince charming, who would rescue me, and we would live happily ever after. As I got older I grew more and more impatient, wondering if I'd ever have a Mr. Right. Then one night, I must have been 11 or 12 my mum came to my room holding a book, a gold hardback notebook. She told me that when she was about that age she brought this book with her allowance and made a wedding book. With the description of her prince and how she wanted her life to be like. She asked for seven kids, she got them. She described her ideal man, which fitted my dad's description perfectly. So the next day I went and brought a silver hardback notebook" she reached under her bed and pulled out the book she opened it and continued… "I wanted someone who was kind but knew what he wanted, acted upon instinct, he had to have green eyes- as it was my favourite colour, and dark hair, but especially it had to be someone I could trust with my life. Sounds familiar? After I had wrote in the book it went to the back of my bed and to the back of my mind, until that warm June evening when I saw a car pull up across the street from me, I saw this boy, 2 years older than me step out the car, fitting my description to the t. Every night since then I'd take the book out from under my bed and just stare at it, how could I of found my perfect guy at such a young age? Last night I opened it and stuck something into it… a picture of you. You are my prince charming, you have rescued me Martin, the guy I want to get married to and grow old with. I don't understand why I feel so scared, maybe I don't want to loose our friendship, maybe I can't commit yet? But I know one thing; one thing that I've never been as sure of as I am now, is that, I love you. My brother, my best friend, my soul mate."

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