My Private Movie
Chapter 20
I fished inside my bag for the keys to the house, as I stood there later, well
about 10pm, after our usual girly go-get-pizza-and-ice-cream
tradition.
I licked my lower lip as I noticed a trace of my vanilla ice cream still
here. I smiled as I let the taste tantalize my tongue, while I felt my
denim pockets for the keys. "Flower pot then!" I said out loud as I
looked
into the pot. The flower pot one and I was "key-less". I sighed and
sat
upon the steps. I looked down at my watch, it was late, perhaps Mark would be
home soon. I silently hoped he was beating himself for what he had said to
me. 'Of course I trusted him!' I thought as I got up, rubbing my body for
warmth. 'I trust him, I know it,' I sighed while I leant against the door,
'You know I think I...I...' "OUCH!" I yelped as the door opened up
letting
me fall onto my back.
I looked around quickly for any signs of human life, Mark or burglar. I
quickly armed myself with a frilly black umbrella and cautiously walked
towards the staircase. "Hello?" I asked, eyes wide-opened. I let the
silence swallow me up as I awaited the answer that would never come. I swallowed
hard before continuing up the stairs. Each stair creaked as the steps took
me higher and higher. I looked around; the dark shadows showed various
illusions in the dark house. My face became worried when I heard a sound
after I had stepped, but not a creak form the stairs... at least not from
me.
I whirled around knocking the dark figure from behind me with the
umbrella.
It screamed as it tumbled down the stairs, it's weapon flew the opposite
way and hit the floor by the living room. I felt slightly bad, so I approached
the still figure lying on the wood floor. I raised my umbrella incase of
any sudden movements from the mystery man. My spine tingled as the figure
turned its head to face me. My first instinct was to hit it, so I did, moments
later only to hear a weak "Mei!" coming from the dark figure.
I cautiously looked down before saying, "Mark? Mark is that you?" The
figure made a sound that sounded faintly like a 'yes'. I dropped down
quickly to see the man. "Mark" I whispered. His face was a bit bruised
and
his lip was bleeding. I kissed his forehead as I slowly placed his head in
my lap and rocked him slowly.
His eyes soon shut, and I checked his breathing before getting up. I
reached for the weapon, feeling myself getting poked by something sharp as
I touched it. I flicked on the switch to better see the object. Roses. Some
weapon it was, a weapon that couldn't have done much damage at all. I opened
the small card attached to the flowers; 'I'm sorry.' it read. I sighed as
I collapsed upon the floor next to Mark, letting the petals rub against my
face.
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I jumped as I felt my hand grabbed. I looked down to see Mark, sitting up
besides me. I was overwhelmed that he was fine. "I'm so sorry." I
cried as
I wrapped my arms around his body. "Me too." He replied as he
tightened the
grip. I let my tears flow freely, tears of guilt, of happiness, of hope. I
smothered my head I his chest as I held him tightly. When he pried me off
of him I looked at him a bit confused. He had forgiven me too, right?
"Mei, why did you do that? The whole blaming thing?" he asked as he
lifted
my head. "I...I..." my voice began to waiver as I looked into his
eyes, "I
was insecure, I was afraid of what exactly might be happening to me." I
finally managed to say. "I understand, but why, Mei? Why did you want to
hurt me like that? I seriously thought you had just ripped apart our love
as though it was nothing more than a paper." He said. I swallowed hard and
tried to look away from his eyes, I failed. "Mark... because I wanted to
make sure you were true to me about everything, because I think..." I
paused. "But I am true to you. If I wasn't I wouldn't be here right now.
Mei, you are what keeps me grounded, Never in my life have I felt this
way.
But, it wasn't my turn to talk... you were saying, you think you..." he
interrupted me. I dug deep to find the courage to say what I wanted to
say,
"Because... because... I think I love you." I blurted out. I felt
myself
blush slightly, I let my body clasp it's hand over my mouth in some late
attempt to cover the words I had just let slip.
Mark looked at me, first with his face full of shock, but then it
softened.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that." He
whispered
softly into my ear, as he pushed one of my curls behind my ear. I smiled
up at him when he caressed my cheek, but as I looked at him, he stopped. I
froze a bit confused by this action, a bit lost in his eyes. I reached up
and shyly brushed my hair off my shoulder. He traced a finger down from my
forehead, down my nose, and around my lips before leaning in to kiss me.
Our kisses became stronger as time progressed.
When his hand slipped from my hair I pulled away. He lifted my chin with
his
left hand, and reached for my hand with his remaining hand. The warmth
from
it was gone as we touched. His hand moved away to reveal a small silver
ring. He picked it up and let it glimmer in the light. He lifted me up with
him as he got up. My head spun as I prepared myself for what was about to
happen.
"Mei," he said as he kneeled down, "Well I think this is a better
time
then any... I um, wanted to tell you that I've been thinking about this for a
while and um, I was wondering if you would listen to me and agree because
over the past few weeks I've realized just how much you meant to me, just
how much I love you..." he paused and raised his head up from my knees
where
he had basically been staring, to my face, "Mei, what I mean to say is
that Melia, will you marry me?" he asked as he eagerly awaited my answer.
"Yes!" I managed to squeak out as he jumped up upon hearing this.
"Really?" he questioned. "Really." I repeated as I let him
slip the ring made out of
tiny flowers upon my hand. I looked down it, smiling at what was on my
hand.
I held out my arm, letting the small diamonds in the center of each flower
glimmer in the light as I moved my hand from side to side. "Mark, I...
I..." I started but I never finished because soon we were celebrating our
engagement the way most people do.