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Lucile was on her way to meet the man of her dreams, but she was interrupted on the way by something she never saw coming. Johnny was the biggest bully in town, made only worse by the fact he was the star of the high school football team until he graduated less than a year ago. As a result, he was never punished for his behavior, which led him to become Lucile’s biggest pain since the seventh grade. She expected him to get in her way and give her a hard time as usual, but she was wrong.
“Lucile,” Johnny got down on one knee, “will you marry me?” He held out a box with a diamond ring inside. Lucile’s heart froze. She frantically looked in every direction, waiting to see any of Johnny’s buddies hiding in wait, ready to embarrass her over this stupid prank. But no, they were alone, the street was cheerfully empty, and the ring looked real as can be.
“This has got to be a joke. You’re messing with me. How dare you,” Lucile began, but Johnny remained stoic.
“No, Lucile, it’s the truth. I’ve loved you since the day we met. It just took someone pointing out the obvious for me to realize,” Johnny admitted.
“Is that right?” Lucile took a deep breath. He was being genuine, she could tell that much, but that didn’t make up for the last five-odd years. “The answer is no, Johnny. I’ve already got someone.”
Johnny didn’t reply. He didn’t even stand up. He stood there on his knee, frozen, not even staring at her anymore. He looked like he wanted to cry, but a “man” doesn’t shed tears, so he must have held himself back. Lucile did him a favor and walked past him without a word. As she rounded the next corner, for a moment, she could hear a soft sob carried along the wind.
Lucile marched towards her intended destination with much greater haste. There’d be no more interruptions, no more awkward moments. She’d deal with Johnny later. She might even apologize to him if he handled the situation with an ounce of maturity. Lucile rounded one last corner and approached a lake by a park.
The park was a popular place to be, but the lake itself was almost eerily deserted. However, it was in a peaceful, serene sort of way, like a little oasis of tranquility in the middle of a crowd. This was her destination, her final stop. Lucile took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She slowly walked across a small pier that presided over a small corner of the lake. She walked until she reached the end and then continued forward. Yet, instead of falling into the water, she walked through her reflection and came out the other end.
Inside the lake was another world, a mirrored inversion of the one outside. Instead of a large public park in the middle of a small town, there was a small garden in the middle of a large castle. Waiting for a Lucile within this garden was a delicate-looking blonde man strumming a harp.
Lucile never grew bored of this man’s otherworldly presence. He was like a gentle ray of sunlight given physical form. He was a poet, an artist, a man of many talents, and the one she loved above all else. He had proposed to her just yesterday, and today they were off to plan their wedding (well, muse and ponder about it between just being a couple for the day).
“Obereo, looking charming as ever,” Lucile greeted him.
“Lucile, looking beautiful as ever,” he replied with a gentle smile. “I was going to meet you at the lake, but I thought this would be a more dramatic reunion.”
“Oh, you card,” she laughed and sat beside him.
“It almost seemed unreal, our future together, but today it finally all came to me,” Obereo explained. “I even helped another soul gain the courage to confess to his beloved.”
“You did?” Lucile smiled until a few gears turned in her head, “who was it?”
“Oh, some stocky fellow from your world, I never caught his name,” Obereo. “The fool had no idea the reason this girl he knew made him so confused and angry was because he was in love. Can you believe it?”
‘Oh my god,’ Lucile didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
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Sometimes you don't realize the truth until it's too late and a spoonful of truth can't outweigh a truckload of past actions.
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