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We shouldn't have done that.
That's why I left so early. If I stayed, it would have been so easy to forget everything that's happened.
When I woke up, your arms were around me and your face was burried in my hair - I could feel you smiling. I wanted so much to fall back asleep. I didn't want to leave or go, I wanted to pretend everything was back to normal for us. I wanted to pretend that there was nothing to stop us from staying together in that house for as long as we wanted.
But I couldn't let that happen. Not now.
And if I didn't go, then everything might go back tot he way it was before. And if that happened, I'm not sure I could bare to change things.
Remember when no one cared about what we were doing at Crickhollow, or why we were living together and not with our families, ready for the resoncibilites that were waiting for us. Even back then, we couldn't tell anyone. We knew they'd seperate us.
It was a mistake, Merry. A perfect mistake that I have wanted for so long and so much. But still a mistake. One that can never be repeated.
Merry, forgive me.
Always and forever,
Peregrin