Author's note: Hello! It has been a hard week...I'm banned from the computer every weekday...remember? =)
Disclaimer: Imagination is mine, and mine alone. Characters...aren't mine. Awww. =(
Take care
Grissom's POV
I looked at Sara. She seemed scared. Then, I looked at Hank.
"Get out of my sight. You can pack your bags because you are now fired!" I shouted.
Hank ran away. I went towards Sara.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know. I don't feel so good."
Suddenly, Sara fainted.
I decided that she needed to rest. I climbed on my horse with her head against my chest. I started to go back to the castle.
I carried Sara all the way from the stables up to my room. I could still see Greg and Brass's shocked expressions when they saw me carrying Sara. I explained to them the situation and they nodded saying that they would find someone suitable to care for Sara's horse.
I'm now in front of the door to my room. Unfortunately, I have trouble opening the door.
Sara stirred.
"Prince Gil?"
"Sara. I've decided that you need to rest. Can you stand up?"
"Yes...I think so your grace."
She stood up. I opened the door and we went inside.
"Do you need anything?"
"I don't think so your highness."
I disappeared into the bathroom to do my usual preparations before going to bed. Once I went back inside my bedroom, I saw Sara asleep on my rug with Hank curled upon her feet. What a nice sight.
I carried Sara to my bed. I was careful not to wake her up. I didn't want to wake her up for she needed the rest. I knew that she would be upset after what happened.
After laying Sara on my bed, I went towards my desk to write in my journal.
I just realized what I had for Sara today. It is love. I don't know why I haven't seen it before...but I think I'm in love.
Am I always this blind when it comes to love? Am I always this...insensitive when it comes to love?
Heather finally made me see what I had for Sara. How thankful I am that I have Heather as a friend.
Today, Dorothy told me that Sara was on a date with Hank.
Hank.
Have I told you about him? Hank isn't a nice guy. He's not a good guy for anybody. Especially my Sara.
My Sara. I like the sound of that.
Anyway, I was about to break their date...but I didn't even have to go inside the restaurant. I found them in an alleyway. At first, I was hurt that Sara would be with someone like Hank...but I quickly found out that Hank was abusing Sara.
Heather made me see that I loved Sara. The only reason why we aren't together was because I was pushing her away. I was pushing her away because I was too loyal to Isabelle.
Journal, I'm confused. Who do I choose? Isabelle? Or Sara? Why do I have to pick...somebody?
I decided that I should take care of her. I laid her on my bed a while ago. But before that, I found her lying on the rug with Hank asleep upon her feet. It was a nice sight but now that I think of it...Hank only lays on Isabelle's feet. How strange. Perhaps Hank approves of Sara?
Now, as she lies on my bed, I think of Isabelle. Where is she? How is she? Does she still remember me? Is she still alive?
I sigh. I closed my journal and went towards my bed. I hesitated for a moment to lie in my own bed...but I still lay on my bed. After all, it was MY bed. But of course, I made sure that I was on my side of the bed.
The Next Day
I woke up with somebody against my chest and my right hand trapped under a body. Somehow, during the time Sara and I slept, we both met at the middle of the bed.
...And here I was...Awake and hugging Sara.
How come it feels so wrong but so right?
A.N: A miracle has occurred. I had enough time to write this chapter and post it. Whoa.