Here it is! The grand finale, the last hoorah for the tale of Estelle and Garion. Hint hint, this is where the fight/conflict comes into play (remember, I said I wanted some drama in their story when I was inspired). Again, Estelle on the left and Garion on the right~ Enjoy 🙂
She wanted to surprise him one day
with a new sword made
especially for him
with his name engraved on the side
and a sapphire stone-
sapphire for his birth year.
She wore a plain brown dress
and tied her hair back
and smudged her face
then ran outside, eager-
eager to see his smile again.
But when she found him
he was talking to another
who was clinging onto his arm
and was so
to the broad shoulder she wanted to lay her head on.
“Garion, why are you being so mean?” she wailed
as she hugged herself closer to my arm.
“She doesn’t love you, you fool,
You’re just another one of her trailing
lovestruck puppies, you idiot!
You think you can be with her?
As if! Wake up
you stupid boy and be with me instead!”
“…just another one of her trailing lovestruck puppies…”
“…just another one…”
She was crouching in the dust
with her hands clamped over her ears
and her eyes squeezed shut
as if to escape the world.
How could you let your stupid
get you this far?
It’s all your fault-
you brought this on yourself.
A tear rolled out,
slowly traced her cheek,
splashed to the ground
echoed to my ears.
Then, two more,
Someone embraced me
and I instinctively sobbed into their shoulder,
my tears blurring,
smearing into each other.
I couldn’t breathe,
I didn’t want to-
but they gently pulled me away
and I breathed in slowly…
…the scent of horses, sweat, and oranges.
That was his scent-
She jerked back,
as if stung by a bee.
Her eyes latched onto mine
then ripped away-
she covered her eyes with her dusty hands
as she stumbled backwards,
clumsily like when she tried
to back away from the sleeping horses.
He grinned slightly-
was it a mean smile?
Was it a lie all along,
some twisted form of my imagination?-
“I’m sorry!” she blurted,
as tears streamed down again.
“I’m sorry I took advantage of you as a friend
and burdened you with my personal life
and for thinking that you…
her voice dropped to barely a whisper,
“could love me.”
but I held my hand up.
“I’m sorry that I abused our friendship,
you someone so innocent and kind
who only loved me as some famous royal figure.
You…you deserve better.”
My voice cracked and my heart ached
imagining another girl
getting to see his lovely, beautiful smile.
As I turned to leave,
I tripped on the sword.
“This…this is my gift for you,”
she said quietly as she limply gave something to me.
I already knew it was a sword,
but when I saw the sapphire stone,
I couldn’t help but gasp. “This!-“
“Yes, your birthstone.
I would have loved to spend your birthday with you, Garion,
but I’ll stop now…”
her voice wavered, but she repeated softly,
“I’ll stop now.”
His beautiful calloused fingers
were surprisingly soft
and stroked my face gently,
then turned my chin to face him.
His eyes still had the power to melt me
but now they seemed aflame, determined.
“Estelle, my beautiful, weird, lovely sparrow,
I love you.
I love you.”
“Stop it,” she said shaking,
“you don’t love me, you love-“
His fingers shut my lips.
“I love your weird laugh,
your tendency to hiccup when you get excited,
your rock collection,
and your double jointed fingers.
Granted, I used to be just a lovesick puppy,
now, I am someone who is shamelessly,
passionately in love with you.
So,” he said gently as he bent in to my face,
“let me love you.”
(Was it too much?)
I lifted her cautiously,
but before she was fully on her feet,
she sprung up and grabbed onto me,
holding on as if she’d never let go.
“You…you?…”she whispered giddily into my ear
“…love me?” I laughed
and set her down. I crossed my arms
and said sternly, “Of course.”
That was all I needed.
Garion loved me,
someone loved me!
18 year old girl!
I threw my arms around him again
and I held her tight,
the way I always wanted to.
I never let go of him from that day
and we lived happily ever after.