One day, 14 years ago, there was a little girl born of the name Alice. Her family was poor, but they were blessed by Alice’s beauty.
And, 13 years later, she had blossomed into a fair, young lass. Since her family was getting desperate, they decided to marry her off to the richest boy in the village. Brandon Young. He was a handsome fellow, but alas, Alice did not love him. No, her heart belonged to another, and his name was Damien Millefoilé. [mille-fole-gye] He too, was poor, and of no use to Alice’s family. She couldn’t let her family suffer, but her heart couldn’t deny it. She loved him. His shoulder length, jet-black hair that covered his left eye, his brilliant, ice-blue eyes. How he preferred an intellectual conversation and a walk over a real date. But, Brandon on the other hand, insisted on taking her clothes shopping, and never having a real conversation other than him telling her how happy they will be together.
Alice couldn’t take it anymore. That night, she escaped her house, but not before leaving a note on her bed, addressed to her family, “I am sorry for what I‘ve done, I hope that you don‘t wish you had had a son.” in tears, she ran off. But waiting outside with a loaded rifle, was Brandon. “You thought you could..?” he started. “Run. Now” he scowled. So, she ran through the forest, tearing her dress, heading for Damien’s house. “Come out, come out, Fiancé of mine!” he said in a happy voice. “There you are.” he whispered to himself. boom. Thud.
2007-11-05
15:09:06
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