Post by Zeb on Dec 9, 2006 21:08:44 GMT -5
It was early morning, too early, infact, for the French teen Artemis. But today was different. He was up and dressed, moving around as if it were past noon already.
/Today is special,/ thought Artemis with a grin as he moved down the cooridore to Eliza's room, /Hopefully, this will make up for it./
It had only been a day since the shoot, since they had skipped out on school to go out to eat, since Artemis had ditched Eliza to go 'take care of something'. That something had been this, or had lead up to it. Either way, Artemis was still nervous. What if she rejected it? What if he had hurt her too badly? What if, what if, what if?
Nevertheless, Artemis rejected these thoughts as he snuck into his female friend's room. It was empty, as he had hoped. He opened the small velvet box in his hand, gazing down at the silver heart shaped locket that lay inside of it, just to check if it was there. Then, moving slowly, he set the box on her nightstand along with the note, then hurried out the door. The note was a simple poem, and he had not signed it, but he hoped she would understand it. It read:
For all I cannot say
For what has gone unsaid
For everytime I hear your words
Resounding in my head
For all that is regretable
For those fallen tears
For every time I wish I'd spoken
What you wanted to hear
For everytime I think of you
For every curse I have spoken
For that time I could not reply
Please accept this token
-exit Artemis-
/Today is special,/ thought Artemis with a grin as he moved down the cooridore to Eliza's room, /Hopefully, this will make up for it./
It had only been a day since the shoot, since they had skipped out on school to go out to eat, since Artemis had ditched Eliza to go 'take care of something'. That something had been this, or had lead up to it. Either way, Artemis was still nervous. What if she rejected it? What if he had hurt her too badly? What if, what if, what if?
Nevertheless, Artemis rejected these thoughts as he snuck into his female friend's room. It was empty, as he had hoped. He opened the small velvet box in his hand, gazing down at the silver heart shaped locket that lay inside of it, just to check if it was there. Then, moving slowly, he set the box on her nightstand along with the note, then hurried out the door. The note was a simple poem, and he had not signed it, but he hoped she would understand it. It read:
For all I cannot say
For what has gone unsaid
For everytime I hear your words
Resounding in my head
For all that is regretable
For those fallen tears
For every time I wish I'd spoken
What you wanted to hear
For everytime I think of you
For every curse I have spoken
For that time I could not reply
Please accept this token
-exit Artemis-
