Born after watching/listening to a reading stream in which they read the crime against everything in hell, heaven and Earth that it is My Immortal (yes, that one INCREDIBLY shitty Harry Potter fanfic) I decided to write the most cheesy thing I could because I needed to balance the scale. SO, here it is:
With a gentle squeeze, I splashed a bit of perfume behind my ears and a little on my wrist before rubbing it softly as I stared at the perfume bottles on the vanity. My mind was racing furiously as I still could not believe I was about to embark on a journey of a life-time. My suitcases were sitting on top of the bed filled with the things I believed were necessary for my little vacation, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness that revolved around me.
“Nervous?” my husband asked as he walked in.
I looked at him through the vanity mirror. “Quite a lot, actually” I replied with honesty. “You know I’ve never been far from this town.”
He approached with slow steps and placed hands on my shoulders in silent comfort. “Which is why I believe this is might be a good thing for you.”
“Yes, but Vice Capital?” I abruptly stood up from my seat and walked towards the bay window in our bedroom. “Why not Sinna or New Virginia?”
He sighed softly, yet I heard. “I know ‘The City of Sinners’ is not as glamorous and plenty of nasty exist about that place, but, darling, I really want you to have fun and enjoy your time with your friends.” His steps were so silent I didn’t notice he was behind me until a couple of arms tangled on my waist and a sharp chin rested on my shoulder. “You’ve been doing what everyone expects from you, even marrying me…”
“Let me finish” he interrupted. “I want you to be selfish for once and I’m sure this extravagant party before Ruth’s wedding will let you be so. Don’t worry too much, alright?”
The trees were dancing alongside the wind of the afternoon, the sunrays were warm, yet not hot, the clouds were fluffy and white as cotton and the heavens were elegantly painted with blue. It was truly a beautiful day, yet, for some reason, it felt as if a storm was growing closer each passing second.
I sighed in defeat. “Fine, I’ll go. I promise to have fun, but I’ll still go to church tomorrow morning.”
My husband, James, said nothing, but I could feel his playful smile followed by a velvet kiss on my shoulder. “Of course, darling.”
Yeah, that's it's. That's the most cheesy thing I've ever written in my life. I don't even know if I'll ever continue this, but it was fun and returned a little bit of my sanity after the horror I suffered.