Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I do not know what to do.
My heart wants to run away with you.
But every other part of me is glued here.
When and how did I fall in love with you so much?
Was it when you came down the stairs as Cinderella? Was it the first time I heard you sing? Was it when I married you? No, that is far too late. I’m not sure when or how I fell so deep. But I did.
And I will always love you.
No matter where you are in this world, know there is some lonely prince in some sad palace, staring out at cherry blossoms, thinking of you, and smiling at the memories we made together.
With never-ending love,
G.M.
Chapter 30
When I stepped out of my room, I was greeted by a small round of applause from my doctors as well as my new little friends—Leo, Orien, and Victoria, who were all dressed up. Leo and Orien were in dress pants and button-down shirts and were holding flowers for me. Victoria was in a dress, though she did look a bit shy in it. Gone was her cap, and she wore a headband with a bow in her hair, and she was holding a teddy bear for me. This was all too much. I hadn’t survived cancer or anything. But the look on their faces and from the way they all stood and dressed, it was a very big deal. I wanted to respect that, so kneeling gently, I smiled at them.
“Are these for me?”
“Yep, we picked them at the store,” Leo said, stuffing them in my face to see.
“Happy going home day,” Orien said, giving me his flowers too.
“Thank you both,” I said, taking the flowers and looking at Victoria.
She made a face and stuck the bear out to me quickly, then looked away. Leo nudged her with his elbow. “Do it.”
“Yeah, do it.” Orien pushed too.
I looked at their parents, not sure what they were trying to make her do, but they just grinned at me.
“Victoria”—her dad came up behind her—“you can’t keep her waiting. And you don’t want to lose your chance, do you?”
She took a deep breath, turning back to me with all the seriousness in the world on her face. She grabbed the ends of her skirt and did a very passionate curtsy. And just like that, my eyes began to sting, and my throat ached.
Standing up, I did one in return.
“Do you mind if we all get a picture, ma’am?” Leo and Orien’s mother asked.
It made me think of the hotel manager I had met the first day I had come. Smiling, I nodded, handing the things in my hands to my mother.
“Of course not. Wolfgang, do you mind so she can join us?” I asked him as we all moved to stand in the middle of the hall.
“One, two, three. Smile,” Wolfgang said with little enthusiasm as he took the picture, nodding when he had gotten it.
“Thank you all so much,” I said, shaking their hands before being led off through the private staircase into the back entrance and out into the fresh air. But only for a second before I hurried into the back of the car.
Inside it was quieter than usual. Actually, it was just somber. Wolfgang drove. Thelma sat in the passenger seat up front, and my mother was to my left. But it was like we were all in different worlds. Through the tinted glass, I watched the city pass by and people going about their regular lives. I saw food stores that sold things I didn’t yet know how to say. All accept one. Cherumoran Kosowens—Gale’s favorite food, and I grinned, remembering our first date, then cringed as I remembered how bad I was at making them. The palace chef was secretly teaching me how to make some.
I wonder how she is doing? I hope she didn’t feel bad about what happened. I knew how hard the whole palace had been working, especially the kitchen.
I moved to ask Wolfgang but stopped when I saw my mother staring at me. Forcing a smile for her, I looked back out the window.
Everything would be all right. The palace and the royals had gotten on long before me and would do so long after me.
And Gale? The thought came into my mind like lightning. Not thunder with sound and shaking but with lightning, a flash of light in the sky. And all the thoughts of him that I had pushed down came spilling out. The farther we went outside the city and away from the palace, the more and more I thought of him.
How was he?
Was he eating?
Was he blaming himself? He had this horrible habit of carrying the burden and the fault for everything. It wasn’t his fault. It was everyone else’s but his. It was even mine for running away like this again, for not giving him a chance to speak, not even letting him come inside. I did it because I was a coward and because he made me weaker each time I was with him. If he asked me to stay again, I would cave because how could I not cave to someone who loved me so much, who I loved. It wasn’t his fault.