“Right, that’s it, give it back!”
“No! It's mine now! I am keeping this forever!”
As I held my hand out, he held the paper tightly against his chest. I leaned forward to try and snatch it, but he held on
tightly as he quickly got to his feet to run away. I was on my feet just as fast though, and began to chase after him—through
the flower field we’d come to know and love.
“Give it back, Nic!” I shouted.
“If you want it so badly, come and get it!” he teased me as he ran backwards, waving the paper in front of himself.
I didn’t even think about it as I leaped forward and tackled him to the ground. Laying on top of him then, our eyes met.
Our noses brushed against each other and my heart thudded greatly in my chest. Neither of us dared to move first, our
breath mixing with the other’s.
A strand of hair escaped and gently fell in front of my eyes. Without even flinching, he brushed it back behind my ear. As
his fingertips lightly touched, shivers went down my spine.
This handsome stable boy, the Fae I’d given my heart to many summers ago was looking at me as if I were a precious
jewel worth stealing.
I stayed still.
Unable to move.
Unable to breathe as his knuckles brushed against my cheek and down to my chin. It was only then did he begin to close
the gap. His lips brushed softly against mine, beckoning me to allow him in.
And so, I did.
Kissing him back, lost in the very feeling of him.
I wished only for this feeling and to chase him in the fields of flowers.
I belonged only to him.
I was made for him.
Chapter 70
ORNELLA
My eyes opened to a world where I didn’t feel as empty inside anymore. I felt whole, as if all the pieces were firmly
back together and the pain had disappeared. The sun shined beautifully above me as clouds in the shapes of rabbits,
dragons and faces made their way across the sky.
I’d not remembered that memory, the memory of drawing Nicholas that gosh, darn, awful portrait. I hadn’t remembered our
first kiss. I thought it was the one near the waterfall, but it wasn’t.
