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Pietro: My Love

Novel By: mmcgraugh
Young adult


Elsie, an American teenager, is spending the summer in France with her grandmother when she meets and falls in love with a mysterious young man named Pietro. After they are engaged to be married, however, Pietro's handsome brother Clyde moves in with the young couple. Will Elsie be able to resist Clyde's southern charm until her wedding day? View table of contents...


Submitted:May 22, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


She looked visibly weaker this time. It ws so hard to see her like this. The doctor explained that during her slow deterioration, she might have forgotten me. I told him that I stil wished to see her. He let me.

"Grandma-ma?" I cooed as I gently sat myself on a chair by her bed.

She didn't turn her head though she was awake. It was quiet. I was afraid to speak.

"Am I dying?" She croaked, her head still turned away.

Her brittle hands were fisted in the bedsheets. I took a labored breath.

"Yes," I whispered.

I began to cry.

"Hush!" She reprimnaded me.

I quit crying.

"Sorry," I whimpered.

It was quiet again. My hands were shaking. The moonlit sky hung outside like a ready postcard. The bedside lamp was dim and depressing.

"Do you remember me?" I asked bluntly.

Her face hidden, I saw her head shake. I hung my head dejectadely.

"I remember.....him," She whispered.

Suddenly, she turned her head towards me. The light in her eyes was gone, and all that was left was a hard gem of dark blue. Her lips were dry and chapped. Her hair hung limply.

"Who?" I asked gently.

Her thin lips stretched into a smile.

"My love," She announced lightly.

I leaned forward. I'd never heard this before.

"I see him still. I see him. In his army uniform," She told me in a childlike voice.

"Grandpa?" I searched.

There was a bitter laugh.

"No! My love. My first love," She wistfully spoke.

I was shocked. I suddenly needed to tell her my secrets.

"Grandma-ma, I am to marry a boy whom I loved, but.....I can't!" I confessed in distress.

She laughed bitterly again.

"The only regret I have is letting my love go. My only regret," She said coldly before turning her head away again.

Depressed, I picked up my bag and left. My heart knew the answer, but my head was covering it.





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