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Chapter 3: Discovery
It was around 8 o'clock at night when I finally finished with everything. My chores were completed, and Luke was dragging me along to discover Waffle Island (pretty funny name, huh?) When we reached the entrance of Ganache mines, the first place he raced to was a little patch of forest near the carpenters called Prailine woods. He showed me a small brown weasel that lived in this little patch. Luke seemed to like the weasel strongly by the way he was acting with it. He picked him up and said "THIS IS HERO!" I snickered, "You named the weasel Hero?" Luke frowned "No, you gotta say Hero more extremely! He's one epic weasel dude." I smiled "Ok, HERO! Here I probably have a berry or something I picked up on the farm you can have." I pulled out a blue berry I found in the bushes and handed it to the weasel. He took it with a happy and delighted response. The weasel then began slowly pacing towards me, and curled up in a ball on my lap. I smiled; animals had always been my weak spot. I took off my gloves and slowly brought my hand down and pet his head. I scratched behind it's ears and down its back.
"Your pretty good with animals aren't you?" Luke said with a smirk. "Ya, animals have been kind of my escape my whole life." I sighed. Luke sighed and took of his jacket. He turned his head away and stretched his muscular arm over to her. "Here, put it on. I wouldn't want you getting sick or anything…" I nodded, thanked him, and slowly put it on while trying to not disturb the sleeping weasel. "I've known that weasel for years." Luke said as he repositioned himself on his back. "Why don't you keep him?" I asked. "My dad doesn't like pets, my mom was the towns veterinarian way back then. He doesn't like looking at animals much anymore." I gasped, "Luke! I'm so sorry!" I put the weasel gently in its little nest of leaves that Luke had made him.
"Naw. It's fine. It happened a long time ago anyways, the dramas over, its fine." I frowned and grabbed his hand. I stood up and pulled him up into a standing position. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I heard his heart beat faster and faster up against my ear. He suddenly stopped hugging me, slowly pushed me in front of him, and bent down to my height. He swathe tears in my eyes and wiped them off my face. He put his hands on the sides of my face, they were really warm. We gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever, and then he leaned in and kissed me. I have many reasons why I cried, but those secrets will be locked away for now… I don't know why, but usually I'm a snowman, cold and alone. Yet, for some reason, it's starting to warm up and I'm melting inside.
After took me through the Ganache mines (Blacksmith's, Soufflé farm, the Carpenters, etc.) We stopped by the Sundae in town. At night, I heard rumors that it becomes a wonderful bar, so I made Luke take me. He seemed hesitant on the idea though. When we were walking to the inn, I stopped and pulled out a gift. Luke looked puzzled. "What's in your hand?" I chuckled "You have weird tastes! I went to the town hall to get information on what you like in return for that honey. It took me a while, but… Here" I handed him a shining mayonnaise and spinach. He blushed and slowly smiled and reached to accept the gift. Luke paused; I saw a shiver run down his spine. "Luke! Lukey-poo!" a woman yelled from the town. A woman in a green belly dancer costume ran over and stopped by Luke's right side. The red headed woman placed her tan body closely up against his. She put one hand on his shoulder, and one wrapped around his waist. She slowly lifted onto her tip toes and kissed Luke. "Who's this ugly chick Luke?" She asked with a disgusted look.
My mouth dropped, my heart stopped, for all I knew the WORLD froze. I had never had feelings for someone before, whether it had been feelings for a friend or a crush. I took out the honey that Luke gave me and threw it on the ground. The tears that I had held for years inside of me, formed in my eyes as miniature beads of pain and sadness. The first tear gently streamed down my face like a sweet clear spring as I ran. I ran as far and as fast as I could, and every time I got myself to look behind me, all I saw was a whore holding the Luke's hand and walking away like he didn't even know who I was, I thought he loved me, or at least liked me. Isn't that what that kiss meant? Or all of those times he sat around and wasted his days by watching me at the farm? The cold wind against my wet face is always a reminder. The wind tells me when I've done wrong.