"Bethany?...Are you all right?" I looked up to see William standing beside me.I haven't told him of my dream yet; I still don't think its a good idea.But how could I explain my constant crying.
"I'm fine..Why do you ask?"
He smiled sweetly; "You've been crying all day; something's bothering you.Please, I want to help if I can"
"I appreciate it William, but I'm fine" He smiled back at me
"At least come with me into the garden. Fresh air might help." Getting outside might do me a bit of good; so I agreed.
"I'm fine..Why do you ask?"
He smiled sweetly; "You've been crying all day; something's bothering you.Please, I want to help if I can"
"I appreciate it William, but I'm fine" He smiled back at me
"At least come with me into the garden. Fresh air might help." Getting outside might do me a bit of good; so I agreed.
Of course, when I got outside; I started crying again. William pulled me close into his arms and comforted me,"Whatever is troubling you; I promise it won't bother you." The sound of his voice soothed my fears and I felt them quickly fade away.He looked into my eyes and gently stroked my cheek, "Maybe...I shouldn't." He quickly stopped.
"Shouldn't what?" I gave him a smile.
"Shouldn't what?" I gave him a smile.
Before I knew it, he was kissing me.I didn't want him to stop. I liked this man very much; I hope he likes me just as much! We stood there for quite sometime before he pulled away.
"I'm sorry Bethany; I shouldn't have done that to you. But you're beautiful."
"Beautiful is it?"
"You know you're beautiful; a man would have to be blind to not see your beauty." He was so romantic.
"Beautiful is it?"
"You know you're beautiful; a man would have to be blind to not see your beauty." He was so romantic.
I suppose I should tell him what was bothering me. "About last night, I had a dream..."
I went on to explain how I dreamed about him being killed; about a girl named Emily; how everyone kept calling me Emily; and about some strange lady called Madam Leota.
By, SpringFairy556
For more of this story, click on the Authour.
I went on to explain how I dreamed about him being killed; about a girl named Emily; how everyone kept calling me Emily; and about some strange lady called Madam Leota.
By, SpringFairy556
For more of this story, click on the Authour.