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Evening of the Seventh Prelude

Only once a year could I see him.  His hands danced across the piano to the most beautiful song.  I was excited each time his family had a ball to show off their prodigy pianist son.  When he was done he would slip through all the compliments and come to me in our secret spot.  No one else knew that in the green house, there was a secret door that brought me to my one wonderland.  The rose garden which he had made specifically for us to meet at these moments. I could feel the rush of his breath against my neck as he rushed to me and pressed his lips to my neck once we were in the rose garden.   His hands would intertwine in my hair and he whispered sweet words as I began to melt into the scent of the roses and lose myself. We never once have had a conversation and never got to know each other other than by our bodies, we would just play until it was time for my family to take their leave after the ball.  The only thing I know of him is his name, Christopher Van Clementine and that is one of my clues.   As I got older my parents decided to spread their business abroad to England and I haven’t seen him since.  Now that I am 17 and on my way to high school at a private boarding school for prodigies in all subjects and talents, my parents have let me move back to America to attend.  I know he has to be there somewhere continuously playing the piano.  I do not have any talent but I am the heiress of one of England’s most successful companies in the world.

A month has already agonizingly passed and yet no sign of him.  I even attended all the music festivals and was unable to find him.  My only thought is that he must not attend them.  I have decided that I must get into the music department even if I have to sneak in.  At this school, everyone is divided by their talent into different departments where you are unable to access any of the others unless when there is a festival. I am in the department specifically made for talentless students whose parents have money so I have officially decided to sneak in.  It is the only chance I have to gain our romantic affairs again.  I long for his love and to know he is.  Tomorrow, after school, I will get in the music department. 

I awake with a nightmare that calls out to me and brings my heart to an unsatisfied yearning.  Tonight was the night of the ball, July 7^th.  There is not a ball anymore because he I have stopped receiving the invitation.  Ever since the invitations stopped coming, the rain falls every July 7^th.All I want is to see his long fingers again playing the piano with such passion as his fingers stroke each key to where he lovingly caresses each one.  I close my eyes to hear the song and it sounds so real.  Wait…… I know it is real.  It is coming from the school’s gardening room.  My first reaction is springing from my bed and throw on my robe and the first pair of shoes I grab and rush across the night garden towards the moon that lights the secretive garden.  I wonder to the corner only to see a figure playing the same song as he did so many times.  I quietly bring myself closer.  His white hair tenderly glides across his strong soldiers.  His skin is now lighted white by the moon and he is wearing a white, long-sleeved collared shirt and white suit pants.  I feel a hot rush as begin to recognize his figure.  He turns to see me and his violet eyes open wide under his long white lashes.  It is him!  We have reunited and the rain suddenly stopped.   He drew closer to me and I spoke; “It’s you.”  That was all I could say after so much longing and wanting for his fingers to touch me.  “So it is me and it is you.”  I finally found the words I wanted to say so much.  “I looked for you all this time and I could not find you when I came here for so long and there are no more balls for us to see each other and I know we have never talked but I have always wanted to confess my feelings of how I feel about you because I lo. Mmmph.” He silenced me with a strong yet gentle and passionate kiss with his warm lips inhaling me in.  “It is my duty as a man to tell you how much I have longed for you. I love you my sweet rose.  I knew you were here all this time because you would always wait for me but of course roses do not wait and begin to look for a new place to spread to.”  I knew that I belonged to him and I let him hold me in his arms and began to melt again as if we never parted.  The only thing different this time is that we can see each other and love together every day from now on.  We finally had our first conversation after all this time and we have had one every day since.  To my loving Christopher, I will always be your sweet rose so please give me all your care so that I may bloom properly.  
PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS MORE OF A HOBBY THAN A PASSION SO IT MAY NOT BE TOO DETAILED. I APOLOGIZE BUT THIS IS HOW I LIKE MY SHORT STORIES!: )