An Unfinished Love Story

I found myself lost in the labyrinthine halls of a castle, reminiscent of ancient magic. My eyes locked onto my first love, his figure disappearing into the shadows, forcing me to follow. I trailed him, my heart pounding in my chest as we delved deeper into the castle’s hidden passage. We slipped through a secret door and ascended to the top floor, where a breathtaking balcony unfolded before us. I looked at him, trying to decipher his emotions, but his eyes remained unreadable. His lips had a hint of mischief dancing at the edges, then I realized why. To my left, on the floor, was a mystical mailbox, its contents revealing the secrets of the past. I discovered the letter I had written to him, but I had never sent it. Somehow, it was here, opened. He displayed ignorance, but a smirk was playing on his lips. Liar, I thought, my heart skipping a beat.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed through the halls, warning us to run. We ran, his hand in mine, as we descended into the darkness. Someone was coming after us. Someone dangerous. At the bottom floor, all the doors led to dead ends, except one – the path to the sinister figure lurking in the shadows. This is it! I thought. Loving him and being with him is a dead end, just like this place! But then, my first love punched the strange man, knocking him out. We laughed, our relief and disbelief mingling in the air, as we escaped, our bond forged in the heat of adventure. We promised to keep our adventure hidden. This was the start of something more, something that would have to remain concealed as well, for now.

I was walking around the city, observing the people around me. The fading light of Saturday evening cast a glow over the streets, the sun slowly setting. A call broke the spell I was under, and I reluctantly answered. It was my mother. I assured her I would be returning soon. But fate had other plans. As I strolled through the city center, I stumbled upon her, walking around on her own. I couldn’t resist joining her. We hastened through the streets, the shops closing in on us like whispers in the night. And then, I saw it – a dress, a vision of white silk and lace, beckoning me to the porch. I was entranced by the beauty of the clothing itself. How I love being a woman! We walked towards the green park. That’s when I saw him, my first love and his father, watching us with knowing eyes. I couldn’t help but fear he had found out about what happened in the castle, with him, with us. My first love neared towards me. We walked together, our footsteps in sync, leaving the others behind. We returned to the castle, alone, enjoying our final moments in an empty corridor, where the gray stone walls hid our secrets. My back against the wall, his lips on mine, we savored the moment, just us two. But our peace was short-lived, as people were now coming, and with that, we disappeared, left with cheeks hotter than the flames of hell. Later, as I waited for our families to gather, my first love appeared, his face smeared with beauty, and his eyes sparkling with mischief. There was a group activity, forcing everyone to gather to take a picture. We posed for a photo, our bodies close, and his scent, a heady mix of cologne and cigars, left me breathless. I could feel his gaze, his heat all over me. He whispered something into my ear, something I couldn’t understand. And then, I woke up… The memory of that day lingers like a whispered promise to this day…