| | Sorry about the lack of frequent updates. ^^; I've been getting more and more lazy when it comes to writing and/or drawing stuff. xP
Anyway, I was listening to this song that my friend, Sara, forced on me, and I came up with the idea for this story. ^^ I wasn't originally going to write it down because it was just another random scene popped into my head, but I needed another story/theme for an art request (a comic), so I went ahead and wrote it down.
Yay for another story! xD
"I was a fool to think he could ever love a... a thing like me." She walked quickly, the hood of her cloak shielding her head from the mocking light of the crescent moon. So beautiful and perfect it was, looking down from high above, watching from its perch her furious attempts to wipe away her tears, and along with them, the shame welling up inside of her.
There was a voice calling out behind her; it was young Danny. "Hey, Miss Butterfly, where are you going?"
She paused in her escape, but she refused to turn around. "I'm leaving. I have no more reason to stay here, Danny; my job is done."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I must be on my way. Go home now, your mother must be worried."
From her side, she heard another voice. It was his. "Butterfly?"
She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, wishing that she didn't have to face him now. "Trunks, I need to leave. I just can't stay here anymore, not now. I'm sorry, but..."
"I told her no."
"...What?"
"I told her no, Butterfly," he replied. "I didn't want to marry her."
"But...Trunks, she's a noble princess who comes from an honest, good family. She's the right girl for you!" It was so hard to squeeze out that last sentence, so hard to act like she wanted this for him, so hard to know that he'd be with another woman and that she would soon be forgotten.
"I know...I know you think that you're worthless; after all, you've been told that your whole life...by your parents, your boyfriends, your owners...but you're not worthless, Butterfly. You deserve to be happy, and I want to be the one to bring you that happiness. I should've asked you this a long time ago, I know, but..." He took a small, black box out of his pocket and knelt, taking her pale hand in his. "Will you marry me?"
The question seemed to dig itself right into her very core, leaving her speechless. She looked down at him, into those loving crystal blue eyes, and then knelt down with him. Trunks brushed back her hood, revealing the tears now flowing more heavily down her pale cheeks, and after a moment she wrapped her arms around him and wept.
A smile touched his lips as he returned the embrace and whispered softly, "I love you, too."
The end. ^.^
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