A Present

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
When a young girl thinks that her romantic relationship is over she is shocked by what happens the next day.

Submitted: December 09, 2008

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Submitted: December 09, 2008



He stood there looking at her, his amazing green eyes absorbed the sunlight beaming through the many gaps in the tree. She smiled a confused smile; she wasn’t expecting this, after what had happened the night before she thought that he’d changed his mind about her. But it was a good decision to come check because he was here.

He smirked, knowing that she couldn’t and wouldn’t live without him — even though she’d said that she could. He pushed himself up from his leaned position, took his hands out of his jeans pockets and reached into his jacket. She stared at his hand as he pulled out a little box, her heart raced the speed of light, despairing and rejoicing at the thought of what might be in that box.

Controlling his emotions, his expression became unfathomable and he stuck out his hand, she took the box and as she opened it, she sighed.

“What exactly does this mean?” she asked, her hand trembling with the weight of the box, supposedly holding the pendant she’d given him the year back.

“What do you think it means?—Wait! Don’t answer that,” he said quickly, she froze. “I’m not giving back, I’m simply giving,” he explained, emphasizing the last word carefully, “you gave me a pendant and engraved it with your memory, so that I’d never forget or doubt your love. I wanted to give you that same gift so I had it made just like the one you gave me. And engraved it with my memory,” She turned it over and read the back, in the surreal sunlight that engulfed them, the clear diamond cut words glowed and made her heart soar: Just Because You Can’t See It, Doesn’t Mean Its Not There. He’d always said that: about magic, god, the likes, but most importantly, love.

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