A/N: Welcome to chapter 3 of Turning Pages. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and has a wonderful New Year. Thank you for reading my story. If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions please review or message me. Reviews and messages would make me so happy! Also let me know which characters you would like to see in the story I would totally be open to writing them in.
I wake up the next morning with a decision to make. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and wonder if I should go and meet him or if I should just stay in my bed and sleep. It wouldn't hurt to go and just chill with him for a while. I need an ally after all. But then again I have gotten what I want out of him. We danced and now I get to learn Glamour. I have Ash and with my Glamour I would unstoppable. Why do I need Vincent? He is just some Winter Fey with a very warm smile and a pretty face. Wait, what? No, I didn't just think that. His smile isn't warm and he isn't cute. He was probably just using me like I was using him. But there is no reason I couldn't use him a little longer. This time I'm using him because he amuses me and that's all. I just want to be entertained because I have nothing better to do for today. That is what I tell myself as I begin to get dressed. Much like when I was in the human world I agonize over what I am going to wear. Then I begin to wonder why I am even bothering myself with such a tedious thought. I just pick a dress from my closet and try it on. But as I stand before the mirror I think of two or three other dresses that may look even better. So I spend the next five to ten minutes trying to decide which one I look best in. By the time I'm finished I decide upon a green dress much more simple than the one I wore to the party yesterday but still very grand. It is sleeveless and has sparkles running along the bust of the dress all the way to the waistline where it stops and the dress flows out and touches the ground. I turn myself in it and think that I have made the right choice. I decide to wear my hair down and put on a simple green headband. I look at myself in the mirror one last time. I take a deep breath and smile at my reflection. And here I was telling myself that I wasn't going to try. I swear this boy has me losing my mind, I think to myself. I walk away from my reflection and start towards the library. When I get there I notice that he hasn't arrived yet and I give a sigh of relief.
I always find peace in a library. I love books and reading stories always allows me to escape for a while. Being in the Winter Court was hard at first; I was ripped from my family and thrown into the cruel and cold world filled with all kinds of strange creatures and magic. Coming to this place and being surrounded by at least something familiar helps me deal with it all. I don't know what I would do without these books. I wonder why I told Vincent to meet me here. This place is my sanctuary; it's the only place where I feel safe. No one else visits here except Ash and that is very rare. This place practically belongs to me. Why would I invite him to my one safe place? I ponder this question further as someone opens the door. I turn my head quickly to see Ash walk in.
"Hey Page," He says coolly. He walks in further and plops himself on a nearby chair. "So I see that you have won our little bet," he says smiling.
"Yes it would seem so," I say. I have won something for the first time since my arrival and it feels great.
"So you danced with him last night which sealed your win right then and there. But the question I want to know is why you are continuing to bother yourself with him?" he says suspiciously.
"He amuses me," is all I say. What I say is true but Ash can tell that I'm not telling him the whole truth. He trusts me so I know he won't press me further; at least not now anyway.
"Just be careful Page, Fey can be misleading," he says as he gets up to leave.
"I will," I say as I hear the door close.
I take a deep breath and think about leaving once more and I even stand up to do so but then I turn right back around and pick up a book. I sit down with it and begin to fall deep into the story. Reading always helps me clear my head. Whenever my world is shaking I can always find stability again with a simple turn of a page. I am brought out the world of the book when the door opens again. It's Vincent wearing that same warm smile he had the night of the ball. I know it's contagious because I smile as well.
"Hey," I say as I set the book down on a nearby table.
"Hello Princess," he says walking over to me and picking up the book a just set down.
"You don't have to be so formal Vincent. You can just call me Page," I say.
He just nods and turns the pages of the book delicately. "I think I've read this one. It's very good Prin…Page. I think you will like it," he says. I like the way he says my name. It sounds better when he says it. It sounds like music.
"I was just reading while I waited for you. I did like it so far," I say trying to fill the silence that had settled over the room.
"Page, do you come here often?" he asked.
"Yes I do. I find a little bit of peace here," I say.
"Page, would you like to go where I find peace?" he says with a bit of a sparkle in his eyes. I think for a moment. I shouldn't trust him, I think. But it's those sparkling grey eyes of his and his smile that warms the cold world be both are forced to stay in.
"Yeah, I would love to see it," I say letting him bewitch me again.
"Well shall we be off," he says as he offers me his arm and smiles even wider. I take his arm and we begin to walk down many hallways until we are outside of the castle.
When I first arrived I got the impression that the outside of the castle is actually warmer than the inside. I always thought Mab's iciness made her home the coldest place in the whole NeverNever. I take a deep breath and for the first time in a long time I am able to breathe in the air of the outside world or at least outside the castle. I don't even feel the cold. I've been in the Winter Court for what feels like months but it is probably years in human time. Being outside makes me think of home. It makes me think of when going outside meant warmth and more importantly freedom. I could go anywhere and do anything. But now I'm chained to this court. We walk a little further and I don't recognize where he is taking me. I start to get worried and he feels it and reassures me as he says, "It's alright, I had to hide this place really well so your mother wouldn't find out."
"She isn't my mother despite what she might tell you and what she tries to convince me to believe" I say with a bit of bitterness.
"I can understand how difficult it is to get along with a relative. You should try living with my father," he says with a lost look in his eye. I know that look. I've possessed it many times.
I smile and squeezed his hand a little tighter and said, "I guess that's another thing we share in common." He smiled back at me and squeezed my hand as well. We continue walking. Soon we are met with a forest full of the tallest and barest trees. The deeper we go into the forest gets darker it gets. I notice that he hold on to my hand a little tighter. Soon we are met with a dead end and he lets go of my hand. He steps closer to the wall that stops us and he whispers words that I can't quite hear. "Okay Princess here we are. Are you ready to see my secret hiding place?" he says with a mischievous look in his eye. I laugh and nod vigorously. He takes my hand and leads me through that wall and suddenly we are in the most beautiful place I have ever seen in my life. I know there is no sunlight in the Winter Court but this place was so bright it was almost like the sun. Vincent's place of peace is a garden. I wouldn't expect that of him but I'm glad this is where he took me. I don't quite understand how something so full of life can flourish in a place so dead. But it exists and I take a deep breath and suck in everything that it is. It made me happy for some reason; almost giddy. I start laughing hysterically.
Vincent gives me a weird look and asks, "Are you okay Princess?"
I keep laughing but still manage to still say, "Yeah I'm fine but something about this place it makes me so happy. I can't contain it. Don't you feel it Vincent." I let go of his hand and run into a maze where the walls are covered with flowers. I laugh the whole way through it. I lose my breath pretty quickly. I was never much of a runner. I had too much fluff. But I'm still happy. Even my breathlessness makes me want to do nothing more than giggle. I lean against a tree which has blooming flowers on it and as the wind rushes in the petals float away into the air. I continue to giggle as my heart is filled with so much joy. I see Vincent running up me out of breath as well. "Princess, are you okay? You ran away so fast. Much faster than I thought you could run if I must say," Vincent says trying to catch his breath. I continue giggling and say "I'm just fine. Why do you look so sad Vince? You should come and laugh with me." I say smiling so hard my face hurts which only amuses me further. He bends down next to me and shakes his head but he smiles a little at me.
"See that's better. You know you have a great smile Vincent," I say. I don't even care what I say anymore. I just don't want this feeling to fade.
"Princess look at me. You have to calm down. This a side effect of coming here. Some Fey can't handle it. It makes you feel all happy and then you suffocate from lack of oxygen. You have to stop laughing now Princess," He says with a very straight expression. I look into his eyes and they no longer hold the same warmth they once did. That's the Winter Fey I knew he was. Everything about his has gone cold. But it's not enough; I still feel the warmth inside me. "Someone has gotten so serious," I say.
He gives a sigh and stands up. "Well I guess I can't keep you here any longer," he says. He tries to take my hand but I slap it away.
"No! I don't want to go!" I whine like I'm two-years-old again and I'm on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
"Come on Page. It's not safe for you here anymore. I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you. Besides your family would kill me," he says worry seeping into his voice.
"Oh my gosh they would wouldn't they. Ha! They would kill you!" I say. Just as I got my last word out I couldn't breathe anymore. I tried to keep laughing but I couldn't get enough air. I fell over frantically gasping for air. I could feel it leaving my lungs. I saw a look of panic cross Vincent's face as he tried to figure out what to do. So he leaned down next to me and before I knew it his lips were against mine and his arms wrapped protectively around me. He was breathing air into me and yet he also took my breath away. It shocked me so much I stopped laughing. I began to kiss him back. It was sweet and it made me smile but not in the way the garden. This was much truer. This was real. Soon he pulled away and we stared at each other for a while.
"Princess, you must understand I could not think of any other way to help you and I figured if I..." He began to say.
I interrupt and say "I know why you did it Vincent. I would have done the same for you if we had switched roles" He stares at me intently as if he is searching for something more than what I'm saying. I try my best to hide anything I don't want to be seen behind my eyes. I try to be expressionless but the memory of having him so close keeps running through my mind.
"Right then, um I knew that the garden affected some people that way but I thought you would be fine. I suppose you have had more sadness in your life than I thought," he said.
"What does my sadness have to do with anything?" I say confused.
"Well, if you are a Fey who has a certain amount of pain in life the garden empathizes with you and it wants to make you happy but if you have a lot of grief and pain it tends to go overboard sometimes and it just puts you out of your misery. I think gardens like this may have developed that phrase. That's why I picked this place because when I found it I was hoping that it would…." He stops there. The look in his eye tells me that I shouldn't press him any further. The expression he holds now I know also. It's the look of being lost. I know what it is to be lost and feeling so forgotten and unwanted. Yet with all that pain he still can put warmth in that dazzling smile of his. I know I'm not supposed to feel anything for him but I am part human so I'm weak and I can't help it. I reach up and give him a hug.
"Hey, as of now we are best friends okay. Also you saved my life and, I will probably regret this later, but I believe that I owe you a favor. So, what do you want?" I see him smile and his eyes light up as he thinks of all the possibilities.
"I have an idea but I won't ask right now. I will save it. I need to have perfect timing for what I want, new best friend," he says with so much joy in his voice.
I smile and say, "Fine then, whatever you wish." We stare at each other for a moment and I think that we would make such wonderful friends. That is if that's all he wants to be, says some inner part of me that really enjoyed that kiss. But anything else would be ridiculous right? Or at least that is what I tell myself so that I don't think about it too hard.
"Well I think we should go. I'm sorry that my hiding place almost killed you," he says.
I laugh and say, "Its fine. You saved me right."
"Either way we should go before you start laughing again. Now it is my goal in this life to make you happy because then we come here all the time without you almost dying," he says smiling brightly at me.
"How are you going to make me happy Vincent," I say teasing.
"Oh I think I already have Princess," Vincent says squeezing my hand a little. I'm glad he can't see my blush. We walk back to the castle holding hands. The whole way I try to convince myself that friends hold hands and that it doesn't mean anything but my heartbeat tells me otherwise. We walk back the rest of the way hand in hand. We talk about trivial things but I enjoy it nonetheless. It has been a while since I actually had someone to talk to besides my brother and it was a refreshing change. By talking to him I find that he is very funny, and intelligent as well as witty. Crap, he's perfect, I think to myself. And those eyes of his capture me every time. I shouldn't hang out with him anymore. Being with him would only make my life more difficult. Nothing good would come from it. But I went out with him today so that shows that my common sense doesn't apply with him. So no matter how many times I tell myself I won't like him anymore or how many times I say we won't hang out I think I will always keep doing it. I suppose there is nothing more to do than to just enjoy his company while it's here.
We reach my room inside the castle and I say, "This was so much fun Vincent."
"Yeah it was, we should hang out again," he says eagerly.
"Yes we should. What about tomorrow afternoon. You can work on that new mission of yours," I say laughing. Wait what? Damn it, I let me mouth run away with me. But I can't take it back now that I've said it. I hate the way he makes me feel.
"I will succeed Princess I have plans and they are sure to make you the happiest Fey in the whole wide world," he says with a bright twinkle in his eye. His eyes and I have such a love/hate relationship. Sometimes I hate them because they make me feel, do and say all kinds of crazy things. On the other hand there are times like now when I love them. I don't know why exactly but his eyes they fill me with such warmth which is something I haven't had in a long time. I think I was staring too long because he says "Princess are you alright?"
I shake my head and say "Yeah I'm alright. I just think you have really pretty eyes," I say.
"Thanks Princess," he says shyly.
"Vincent you must learn to call me Page. Everyone calls me Page." I say.
"Fine." is all he says before his lips are once again on mine. This time we can't hide behind the excuse that it was just to save me. This time it's real. He holds me close and I run my fingers through his hair. I start to pull away but he brings me back. When we do pull away he looks me in the eyes for no more than two second before he says, "I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Page." He kisses my cheek and walks away. I take a moment to process what just happened and then a giant smile comes to my face. I walk into my room ant lay on my bed to think for a few moments. I like him but he and I can't work. I'd hate for what happened to my family to happen to him. I have to push him away like everyone else. I scream into my pillow in frustration. Why did he have to have those eyes and that smile? Why couldn't he let me hate him like every other Fey? I had planned on spending my time in the Winter Court in isolation. I thought I would just go about life one day after the next. It would be like never ending story. I would turn a page and it would be the same as the next. But he gave me something different. I could hate him for how he makes me feel but I kind of like it also. I give a sigh and let the sweet dream about tonight come and for once I go to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
In the morning, I wake up and remember the two things that are to happen today. The first is my Glamour lesson with Ash and the second is that I get to see Vincent again. I get up and dress myself for the lesson. I decide upon a plain blue T-shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers and hoodie. I braid my hair in a simple French braid. I lace up my sneakers and go to find Ash. But on the outside of my door there is a note that says meet me in forest. It's pretty vague but I think I know where he means. I walk outside the castle and once again breathe in the cool winter air. I hate that I have to stay in the Winter Court but I can't deny the power I feel when I'm here. The cold air feels good in my lungs and I feel like I can do anything. Every inch of me feels the energy in the air. I can't hold it in so I begin to run. I usually don't bother to run because I hate the feeling of breathlessness it gives me but I can't help it now. I even laugh while I run. When I stop I see Ash standing in the middle of a clearing with his sword by his side as it always is. I stop slightly out of breath but still I feel so strong.
"So glad you finally decided to join me Princess," he says taking a seat in the snow.
"How long have you been waiting here," I say taking a seat in from of him.
"A while, I knew I got up kind of early. I knew you would take a minute," he says.
"You act like you cared oh Ice Prince. You don't mind being alone for a few minutes," I say teasing.
"You would be correct Princess but that is why I have you," he says. Ash never admits anything to anyone. If you want to know how he feels you have to wait for glimpses and hints of it. This was one of those moments. I smile because there are very few like it. "Well enough of this let's get started shall we," he says and he draws a flower from his pocket. It's a red rose. It has been such a long time since I have seen a flower and one in bloom like the one before me. I try to reach for it but he pulls it away from my grasp.
"I just want to hold it. I haven't seen a rose in the longest time. I just want to remember what they feel like," I say desperately. He laughs and offers the rose to me.
"Well you'll need to hold it anyway for this lesson," he says. I practically snatch the rose from him and hold it delicately in my hands. I smell it and its scent is sweet. It makes me miss summers at home. We used to have such beautiful flowers grow there.
"What do I have to do?" I ask curiously.
"You have to freeze the flower." I look up at him in shock.
"How can I freeze something like this? These don't grow here. Nothing grows here and you want me to kill something beautiful like this precious rose," I exclaim.
"It's just a flower there are many where that one came from. I have a friend in the Summer Court who supplied me with the rose. I can have him get you another if you can freeze this flower Princess," he says with a familiar look in his eye. It's another challenge. I gladly accept. I'd hate to freeze this poor flower but if there are more then I don't feel so bad about destroying one.
I nod and say, "How do I do it."
He smiles and says, "All you have to do is think cold. I think you might have felt it on the way here since you ran. Just breathe for starters and take in the Glamour from around you. You are a Winter Fey in the Winter Court so this is where you are strongest. So think cold thoughts." I take his advice and try to bring back the feeling I had before. I feel the cold. I take one more breath in and I breathe the frost onto the rose. But I don't feel the Glamour escape that way. I open my eyes and I see that the rose is untouched but the surrounding trees and Ash are covered in more snow than they were before.
"Well," he says brushing the snow off of him "you did freeze something. But because you didn't freeze the rose I suppose I have to take it back to my friend and you will have to try again tomorrow."
"Wait that was it?" I say stunned.
"Yeah pretty much for today. Page I can't teach you anything until you can handle the basic stuff. So when you learn how to freeze you can learn something else. We can spar if you want. Did you bring your sword?" I shake my head no.
He gives a sigh and says "Well bring it next time so then at least we can have some fun the next time you fail"
"And what makes you think I will fail?" I ask offended.
"Page, you are a little late in the game. I learned to do that trick many years ago probably before you were even thought of and you are just learning it now so most likely you will fail." I stomp my foot in the snow and turn to storm back to the castle but he stops me in my tracks when he says "But I think you have potential. You just have to focus you Glamour a little more. I mean you almost froze me and the clearing." I smile and he just rolls his eyes at me.
"Fine but I will succeed at this. Tomorrow will be the day." I say running back to the castle.
I burst through the doors and jog to my room. I take a deep breath and go to my closet to once again agonize over what to wear. I pluck a purple dress from my closet and go to take a bath. When I come out I comb through my mess of hair and try my best to curl it. I once had other Fey to do this for me but I made it known I liked my privacy when I first arrived. I remember having an older sister who would always tell me how I never took care of myself. I wish I had listened to her now that I actually need those lessons. When I'm done I don't look that bad. I find myself being actually proud of myself. I get into my dress and stand before the full length mirror in the corner of my room. The dress has no bling like the green dress I wore the day before. The make got very creative with the skirt to make it look like it was falling water and the top is very simple but has a more silky material than the bottom. I turn and smile to myself. I look good, I think. I shouldn't care but I find myself doing so anyway. I can't let myself get swept away like I did yesterday. I just have to remain friendly and nothing more. I can be friends with him can't I? I just can't look into his eyes or fall for his smile or laugh at his witty jokes or kiss him or...Snap out of it Page!, I tell myself. I take a deep breath and clear my mind. No more thoughts about him Page. Just be friends because that way he can be safe and happy, I think. I just have to keep him safe. I walk away from the mirror and step outside. I would go to the garden but I don't know the words so I take a trip to the library instead. The whole way I begin daydreaming about who I am to meet there. It makes me smile. But in my daydreaming I don't watch myself and I bump into my other older brother Rowan. Now if there is anyone besides Mab that I fiercely dislike its Rowan. He is tall like my other two brothers with black hair and blue eyes and is heart like everything else in this Court is made of ice. I couldn't believe that he has ever felt anything since the moment he was born. When I first came here he had nothing to say but cruel words. I think if he had the chance he would get rid of me but Mab wouldn't allow such things. Unfortunately for both of us Mab is fond of me and I can't leave and he can't force me out. "Hello Page, I must say you look much less like a fat pig today. May I ask where you are headed?" he says with a delighted grin on his face. I've never actually struck him but he tempts me every day. It's always about my weight with him. But I don't need him to put me down now I have places to be. "Where I'm headed, you insignificant waste of space, isn't any of your business," I say trying to burn my hatred into his eyes. He grins again at me. His smiles are always so fake. "Fine Princess don't tell me but just so you know I know everything that happens in this castle and I will know what you're up to as well," he says. I roll my eyes and continue walking towards the library.
When I walk into the library I see Vincent standing and reading a book from the shelf. I wonder if I looked like he does now when he found me. Vincent looks calm and content. He is a rather handsome Fey. He wore silver today and it looks great on him with his dark hair. Darn it Page keep your promises, I think to myself. I was right. I need to keep the promises I made to myself I can't think about him that way. "Hey," I say finally ready to make myself known.
"Hey Page," he says tearing himself from his book.
"You called me Page," I say surprised.
"Well it is you name isn't it," he says teasing.
I smile and say, "Yes it is indeed." He walks over to me and looks me in the eyes for a few minutes. I feel him lean towards me and I almost fall for it but I remind myself of who he is and I back away. As I back away I feel myself beginning to trip on the edge of my dress. "Princess!" Vincent says as he tries to catch me but ends up falling down with me. Then I find myself staring up at him surrounded by what used to be a stack of books. "Sorry about that Page I made that pile of ones I had read already and I guess I didn't stack them in the wisest of places," He says with a smile. I take a moment to assess the situation. I have Vincent on top of me surrounded by a stack of books and my goal of today was to remain friendly. I'm obviously not doing such a great job. We stare at each other for a long while until I feel his nose touch mine. I panic because I can feel my plan failing.
So I quickly say, "Vincent,"
"Yeah Page." He says.
"Um...I have a book stabbing me in my back so could you just help me up," I say. He laughs nervously and stands up then offers me his hand. I take it and rub my back where the book may have been jabbing me in the back. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask.
"I thought we could hang here. Since we spent so much time in my hiding place yesterday I thought we could spend some in yours," he says.
"My place isn't nearly as secret as yours," I say. He puts a finger to his lips and says
"Shhhh Princess they could be listening" I laugh and put my finger to my lips. I bend down and begin putting the fallen books on a nearby table. After looking through enough I see a pattern. "Vincent, I see you like love stories and poetry." I say. I see him give a shy grin and say
"Yeah I mean I don't read them as much as I used to but I had a bit of an obsession with them at one point," he says. I raise an eyebrow and walk over to him.
"Oh really then what's this?" I say as I reach behind him and grab the book he was hiding. I look at the title and I find that it's a book of poetry about one thing and one thing only.
"So you have given up your obsession with love stories Vincent," I say teasing.
"Well I did at one point in life. But recently I have found a reason to pick them back up again," He says not meeting my eyes. I really hope he isn't referring to me. Part of me wants to ask and another part says no out fear that he is talking about me. Wow I'm probably the first girl in history to not want a guy to be thinking about her, I think. I go to the shelf opposite of him and start browsing the books there. "Who's your favorite author Vincent?" I ask letting the comment pass.
"I like Oscar Wilde. He only wrote one book but I love his poetry and his plays. I think humans have an interesting way of looking at the world." He says after a moment's pause.
"I like him too. I read his book and one of his plays. They made me laugh. I love an author known as Christopher Pike. I think he is a genius." I say.
"You know I write poetry Page," he says. I turn around and stare at him in surprise.
"You do? Can I see your work sometime?" I say smiling. On the inside my heart is crumbling. He's perfect. He just confirmed that he everything I have ever wanted in a person and I can't have him. "I would love to show you what I have so far in fact I have written something for you Page," he says holding out a black notebook. I walk over to him and take the book and flip it to the first page. One there is a poem called Devotion. "You can read it aloud Page," he says staring at the ground. I'm curious about the poem so I nod and begin to read.
"At first glance I fell
No strings or cords attached
No hesitation or resistance
I knew my heart finally met its match
Every ounce of me is devoted to loving you
Beats are skipped when you come around
And my heart really drops when I hear your voice
My heart made the perfect choice
I now and forever will always devotedly love you."
I stopped and stared at him when I finished the last line. He wouldn't look at me. I loved the poem. Every last bit of it was wonderful. I know good and well now that he was talking about me. I was hoping he would just see us as friends. I was so hoping he wouldn't feel that way about me but he does now and I have to turn him away. I realize that I'm silent for a moment as I contemplate how to tell him that I don't have feelings for him. It's moments like these where I'm glad I'm not full Fey because that means I am able to lie.
"I didn't know how else to tell you. I would have said it the night I kissed you but I chickened out and ran away. So I went home and I wrote this for you," he says still not able to look me in the eye. I am glad for it because if he looked at me I would have to tell him the truth.
"Do you like it Page?" he asks.
I want so badly to tell him that I love the poem and him but I can't. "I love it but I…I don't love you Vincent," I say barely choking out the words. As I say it his head shoots up and he stares me straight in the eyes for the first time since he handed me the poem. I could tell he was much more than disappointed. He looked so hurt I almost couldn't take it.
"Oh…well…I…I guess I tried right," he said trying his best to smile at me. His smile wasn't the same as it had been before and I fear that I may have broken that as well.
"Yeah I guess. Vincent I honestly just want to be friends with you. I'm sorry," I say.
"No you shouldn't be sorry. I can't make you feel something you don't. But yes I would lo…like it very much of we could be friends," he says.
"Great," I say handing him back the book.
"No you should keep it Princess. I wrote other things in there that I wanted you to see. I mean I made it for you so it's yours now," he says.
"Oh, well thanks Vincent."
"Um…Princess I just thought of something that I must attend to right now. I will talk with you later okay," he says as he starts towards the door.
"Vincent," I say just as he is about to leave. He stops and with his back still turned to me I say, "I really did love your poem. I think it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever read." I couldn't tell him everything I wanted to say but at least I could tell him that. "Thank you," is all he says as he slams the door shut beside him. I take a seat in a chair and think about what I have done. I feel a tear roll down my cheek and then another until more come to join them. I wipe away as many as I can but they keep coming. Today was too much. It ended as many days in my life used to end. Today ended with me completely broken but yet the world still turning as if nothing has happened.
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now, I promise Queen Mab will be in the next chapter. I know you all have been dying to see her. *crickets* yep and there is no one out there. Well, all I can is that if you are reading I would greatly appreciate it if you would review so that I know that someone is reading this. Page and I would love to hear what you think. I'd like to give a thank you to my lovely sister who wrote the poem in this chapter. She is the best. Anyway if you are looking at this thanks for reading from Maria and Page.