aliasfan_614
Cadet
okay...well...here's the first chap..plz tell me if you like it...the story is in Syd's POW....
~Chapter 1~
I looked down at his face. He looked at me with a stare that made me feel as if he was looking straight through my soul. I had to look away. Those perfect green eyes made me want to cry.
“Syd?” he asked me softly.
I couldn’t even look at him when I talked. I tried to focus on my shoes. “Wow,” I said simply.
He now stood up and put his hand under my chin and raised my face so that I could look directly at him. “Syd?” he asked again.
I started to cry gently. “Oh Michael,” I said softly as tears of joy streamed down my cheek.
“Yes?” he said hopefully. He reached over and wiped a tear.
My face broke out into a smile. “Of course I will marry you, Michael. Of course.”
I sat up in bed, and sighed deeply. A dream. It was a dream. No. Wait. It wasn’t a dream. I only wished it had been a dream. Only, I knew it was a memory. A very old memory...
I glanced sleepily at my alarm clock. It read 5:23. It was still dark outside. I turned off the clock’s alarm and walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of yesterday’s, now-cold coffee. I sat at the table and drank in silence.
~Chapter 1~
I looked down at his face. He looked at me with a stare that made me feel as if he was looking straight through my soul. I had to look away. Those perfect green eyes made me want to cry.
“Syd?” he asked me softly.
I couldn’t even look at him when I talked. I tried to focus on my shoes. “Wow,” I said simply.
He now stood up and put his hand under my chin and raised my face so that I could look directly at him. “Syd?” he asked again.
I started to cry gently. “Oh Michael,” I said softly as tears of joy streamed down my cheek.
“Yes?” he said hopefully. He reached over and wiped a tear.
My face broke out into a smile. “Of course I will marry you, Michael. Of course.”
I sat up in bed, and sighed deeply. A dream. It was a dream. No. Wait. It wasn’t a dream. I only wished it had been a dream. Only, I knew it was a memory. A very old memory...
I glanced sleepily at my alarm clock. It read 5:23. It was still dark outside. I turned off the clock’s alarm and walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of yesterday’s, now-cold coffee. I sat at the table and drank in silence.