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brave-at-heart-xo · 09-13-2011, 02:39 AM

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Originally Posted by Slitherclaw

It was a perfect day.

All the reasons have been previously said, but even without the reasons, it was a perfect day. I don't know why that makes sense. It wasn't a perfect day before I saw Cinderella again. It was a pretty drab day. But now, the whole day seemed perfect.

I remember waking up this morning to a cheerful dorm. Leaving the dorm, I noticed a dazzling sunrise. Why hadn't I been astounded by the sunrise then? I had a mightily fulfilling breakfast filled with multiple American treats that I could nosh on. Why didn't I appreciate that? I skipped classes and had a pristine walk on the grounds. I walked in peace but didn't notice that it was peaceful. And now I was here. With Cinderella.

It was a perfect day.

She asked me what I was thinking. Which was an interesting question. I was thinking about the sky, the tree, the breeze, the breakfast, the day. I was thinking about her, too. Should I lie? I was fairly good at lying. But...I didn't want to lie to her. Especially not here. Not now.

Maybe I could tell the truth. Maybe she wouldn't get upset.

"I'm thinking about you." I said, as I cocked my head to the side. I didn't think it would ruin the moment; like it did last time. Rather, I thought, maybe it would make it better.

Nothing could make this day better.

The sun was shining, there were birds in the sky, a breeze that wasn't too cool, and there was him. If everything else in the world was perfect, there wasn't a word on this planet that could describe him. Words rushed through her head, but none of them fit him. None of them were good enough, meant enough, said enough. They would have to make a new word for him, and even then, it wouldn't be enough.

It was perfect.

She tilted her head to the side, letting her curls fall, waiting for him to answer. Part of her wanted to know what he was thinking, right now and all the time, but another part of her was only asking to see if he'd tell her the truth. It needed to be the truth.

Finally he spoke.

"Really?" She whispered, giving him a soft smile. At this moment, nothing could be more perfect, except filling this gap between them.

09-13-2011, 02:39 AM	#139 (permalink)
brave-at-heart-xo Jarvey Join Date: May 2010 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 619 Hogwarts RPG Name: Adelyn Grace Bennett-Black Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Slitherclaw It was a perfect day. All the reasons have been previously said, but even without the reasons, it was a perfect day. I don't know why that makes sense. It wasn't a perfect day before I saw Cinderella again. It was a pretty drab day. But now, the whole day seemed perfect. I remember waking up this morning to a cheerful dorm. Leaving the dorm, I noticed a dazzling sunrise. Why hadn't I been astounded by the sunrise then? I had a mightily fulfilling breakfast filled with multiple American treats that I could nosh on. Why didn't I appreciate that? I skipped classes and had a pristine walk on the grounds. I walked in peace but didn't notice that it was peaceful. And now I was here. With Cinderella. It was a perfect day. She asked me what I was thinking. Which was an interesting question. I was thinking about the sky, the tree, the breeze, the breakfast, the day. I was thinking about her, too. Should I lie? I was fairly good at lying. But...I didn't want to lie to her. Especially not here. Not now. Maybe I could tell the truth. Maybe she wouldn't get upset. "I'm thinking about you." I said, as I cocked my head to the side. I didn't think it would ruin the moment; like it did last time. Rather, I thought, maybe it would make it better. Nothing could make this day better. The sun was shining, there were birds in the sky, a breeze that wasn't too cool, and there was him. If everything else in the world was perfect, there wasn't a word on this planet that could describe him. Words rushed through her head, but none of them fit him. None of them were good enough, meant enough, said enough. They would have to make a new word for him, and even then, it wouldn't be enough. It was perfect. She tilted her head to the side, letting her curls fall, waiting for him to answer. Part of her wanted to know what he was thinking, right now and all the time, but another part of her was only asking to see if he'd tell her the truth. It needed to be the truth. Finally he spoke. "Really?" She whispered, giving him a soft smile. At this moment, nothing could be more perfect, except filling this gap between them.