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I smiled as tears flowed from my olive green eyes. I wept bitterly as wrote of the girl’s trial of losing a loved one.659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdD26gU8IIJ
As a leader in the Army of Rebellion, I knew what the girl felt so well.
I had finally completed the story for her.
Her, the angel of my dreams.
She was wondering and wondering. Asking and asking.
What was I writing?
I have not yet told her, despite her questioning.
I told her it was a surprise, and told me that I once said that surprises were for children.
Ah, but how I have changed in knowing her.
Father has truly blessed me.
I thought of the young boy and girl.
Their love will grow.
But will mine?
I looked around my desk.
I found a tiny box, and opened it. I had created a ring out vines for the angel in my heart.
If I asked her, what will she say?
A knock sounded at my door.
“May I come in?” asked a voice so soft and sweet.
Before I could answer, the door to my room opened by wind’s will.
Before my eyes, there she was.
Her silver hair, so soft and long flowed in the airflow of outside. Her shining-blue eyes shone a soft light inside them. She wore a kimono of light blue and lilac hue.
She held a tray that held tea and some food on it.
“You’ve been cooped up in here for quite some time now.” she spoke.
Her eyes met mine.
Suddenly, she dropped the tray and rushed towards me.
“Are you alright? You’re crying!!” said she with worry in her voice.
“Yes, I am quite alright.” I replied with laughter.
She began to wipe away my tears.
I began to blush.
“Were you thinking of Marianna again?” she asked.
I did not respond.
’I’m sorry.” she replied.
My mind began to think of Marianna.
She was my only sister. She was my best friend. She got me through the rough, even when I couldn’t get her out of the rough.
She died for me, I didn’t even get to tell her I loved her.
I began to cry more, silently.
The angel of my dreams embraced me suddenly, without warning.
I wrapped my arms around her slowly, remembering that I held the box in my hand.
“I have something for you.” spoke silently.
’You do…?” she asked, slowly letting go have me.
“Yes.”
“But that isn’t fair, I don’t have anything for you.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.” I responded.
I gave her the papers that held my story.
“You wrote this...for me?” she responded.
“Yes. It was the surprise I wasn’t telling you about.”
“That’s so kind of you!” she responded with a big smile that made my heart beat faster.
“I’m glad you think so, but I will tell you right now than I am not the greatest of writers, so the story very well might be awful.”
“Oh hush. You’re a master writer, no matter what you may think. I’m sure it’s lovely.”
Her response was to be expected.
She always told me I was great at things, even if deep inside I didn’t feel like I accomplished greatness.
I was still responding with a habit of my childhood, not thinking I was good for anything.
So she said otherwise.
“I am going to treasure this story of yours forever.” she the angel again.
She smiled again.
I turned red as I looked to my right hand. I still held the box with my hand that shook nervously.
I was going to ask her the question that could change my life forever.
“Leia.” I began.
I hardly ever said her name.
It was hard for me to, for every time I did, I thought of her, which only made me red in the face.
“I was wondering...if you...I mean…”
The words froze in my head, as if something inside of me decided that I was no longer allowed to have a talent in weaving words together.
“Would you like to write a story with me?”
What was I doing? rang the words inside my head.
“Write a story with you…?” responded she.
I felt even dumber when she said it.
“Yes...but I have most of the story already figured out.” began my blushing self again.
“I have a story about a boy and a girl, one that is a lot like the one you’re holding, but this story isn’t yet completed. In order to finish the story, I need you’re help.”
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“Will you be willing to help me by becoming part of that story?”
The atmosphere went silent for a moment. In the quiet, my heart beat at a fast rate, faster than it ever had before.
I began to look to Leia, until I saw her come closer to me.
“Yes!” she said, laughing as she embraced me..
“You will!?” I responded, dumbfounded.
“Yes!” she spoke again, her face bright and red and her laughter airy like the gentle spring breeze.
I couldn’t believe my own ears. My heart began to beat faster as I embraced her back.
I hadn’t felt as joyous as I did in a long time.
As I held her in my arms, I looked up.
Could Marianna see me?
Was she happy for me?
I may never know, what I do know is that I surely felt that as I smiled, she smiled back from the Kingdom of the Lion.
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