married

It was late at night, Lucian was gone and so

was my fear of the thugs, they were gone in a shameful way, the clouds were in a sorrowful mood, as they poured down on the surface of the earth.

I held a pillow close to my chest in place of Lucian, it would be nice to have him by my side, but that would be something to do in two years' time.

Maybe three years from now, then I would be nineteen years old, and Lucian would be twenty seven years old. It's quite depressing that he would always be eight years older than I am, no matter how fast time may be.

I stared at the ring in my hand, it was still in the same position Lucian left it, I have never taken it off, even when I showered, it looks expensive, and vintage, but still cute.

Did Lucian propose to me, because he was overwhelmed by emotions? or because he actually meant it?I had no answer to this simple question, and I have no idea when I will see my charming prince next.

He was like the moon, never stable,