“Look at me,” he whispers as he holds her jaw, bringing her eyes to meet his.
Through bleary eyes she looks into his perfect face.
His right eye is slightly turned. “I love you, Emmaline,” he whispers as he pulls her to him for one
st kiss.
She shakes her head frantically. “No. NO! star… No., she cries as she tries to hold him to her.
“Please… No.”
He jumps back onto the horse. “Run. Hide. And remember… I am always with you.” He draws his
sword and races up the hill toward the oing enemy. The princess screws up her face in pain as she
hears the nging of the swords and the sound of the barbaric enemy screaming their victory.
With shaking hands, I drop the letter and I put my hands over my mouth. The tears slowly stream down my
face.
It was him. It was star all along.
The A on the letters stood for star, not Alchron.
I close my eyes to try and block out the frightening reality. This can’t be happening.
The Princess. I was her.
I was Elizabeth.
We didn’t meet by ident.
I drop to my window seat, unable to stand any longer. I stare into the darkness in plete
bewilderment. Everything I thought I knew has been a lie. Everything that I thought I’d imagined was, is,
my reality.
I am inplete shock.
We’ve been here before.
My heart is about to jump from my chest as I run to my wardrobe and rip out my clothes. “Oh my God,”
I whisper in a frantic panic.
Suddenly everything is crystal clear. It’s like an awakening. The paintings are of me. I am the woman
above his bed. star painted these paintings… of me. I dress as I halfugh and half cry realizing he
was right. Never, in a million years, would I have believed this if he had told me. This is the kind of
mumbo jumbo shit that movies are made of. This isn’t real life for a normal girl from Australia. I throw on
a jacket and pull on jeans underneath my nightdress, grab my bag and run out of the apartment. I run as fast
as I can down the stairs two at a time. I jump off the bottom step and scare the hell out of a man just
ing in through the front doors.
“Are you okay, Miss?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I cry as I run for the door. “I’m fucking perfect, actually.”
I run onto the street, out into the pouring rain, and look both ways down the busy road. It’s 2am on a
Saturday night and I desperately need a cab.
I need to get to him.
My love. I’m here, my love. I remember.
Running down the road, I search. What must I look like running around in my nightdress in the rain. A
cab. A cab. I look around frantically. “Where are all the fucking cabs?” I yell.
One finally drives past and I run out onto the road to hail it down. He stops suddenly and winds down
the window. “What are you doing?” he yells. “You are going to get yourself killed.”
“Please. Please you have to take me to the… the…the west side,” I stammer in desperation.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.
He frowns. “I’ve finished for the night.”
The rain is pouring down and I am sopping wet. “Please. I beg you. This is a desperate time”
He looks at me for a moment and frowns unimpressed. “Get in.” He sighs.
Iugh out loud and run to the back of the car and jump in and m the door.
Ten minutester, I bang the brass knocker on star’s door with all of my might. His house is all in
darkness and I only have the small torch on my phone on. I hope he’s home.
Please be home.
The rain is reallying down and I am frantic to see him.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. I m the knocker.
“star! Where are you?” I yell desperately over the rain.
I knock again. Bang. Bang. Bang.
The upstairs light eventuallyes on and I jump up and down in excitement. After waiting for what
seems like eternity, hees into sight, wearing nnelette pajama pants and no shirt. He sees me and
runs to open the door in a rush. I’m soaking wet and the rain is hitting me from behind.
“Emerson.,” he asks hopefully.
“My name is Emmaline,” I reply.
He frowns lightly and I nod, Yes, I know. I know.