The Forbidden Boy

Here is the third instalment of The End Of Time. But first, I would like to introduce a new feature of my blog. It’s called: ‘The Weekly Helpful Hint.’

Weekly Helpful Hint: If you’re planning on tripping up stairs as you run to mass singing, make sure you’re with a friend who can laugh with you, as opposed to a bunch of strangers who look at you oddly and make the whole situation awkward and unnecessarily embarrassing.

I probably won’t be posting the next section of my story in a while because the three parts I’ve already shared with you where written last weekend. What I mean is, after the following segment, my page is blank.


“Do you see him? Is he still looking this way?” Mielou asked desperately. But Cassidy had continued talking and everyone was looking at her.
“.... I would also like to thank all my wonderful children for making this feast possible-” Lilette felt her cheeks heat up as she sunk into her chair, trying not to be seen “-furthermore, I would like Lilette to stay behind and clean up”
Lilette bolted up right in shock and every eye in the room turned to her.
“But that’s not-” she began to argue.
“-Don’t make a spectacle of yourself, Lilette.” She said, embarrassed that her daughter would speak back at her in front of all the guests. She adjusted her body language and vocal quality to address the entire hall again “Thank you all for a wonderful evening and I look forward to a great night of dancing!”
Lilette looked around the room at all the staring eyes, which gradually flicked away from her.

“Don’t worry, Lette” comforted Mielou, placing a hand on her shoulder “It won’t take you very long to clean all this-” Mielou looked out to the tables, full of used plates, and bit her lower lip in concern “-hmmm, that could take some time” she admitted “but look on the bright side.... um, err”
“There is no bright side” Lilette groaned rolling her eyes and Mielou had to agree.
Lilette sat in anguish, watching the hall empty, as Elves and Fairies filed out through the door.
“I’ll stay back and help you” requested Mielou. She would, no doubt, be reading Lilette’s sorrowful mood in pity.
“Would you really? You’re the best!” smiled Lilette, Mielou giggled and they began to clear away the plates as the last quests and hosts exited.

“Mielou?” said an unfamiliar, sweet voice.
Lilette looked up from the dishes to see the googly eyed boy, standing nervously in front of them. She hadn’t noticed how flawlessly charming he was from far away, but now she could see his chocolate brown hair and magical hazel eyes very clearly. She felt weakened merely by his presence.
She tried with all her might to rid herself of these uncalled for feelings, but she failed miserably. The boy smiled in amusement and Mielou shot her a nasty look, as the two of them instinctively read her emotions.
“Sorry” said Lilette ashamed and tried to occupy her thoughts by picking up dishes.
“I was just wondering... um” began the boy, looking down at the napkin he was fiddling with.
“Yes?” prompted Mielou with excited anticipation. The boy took a deep breath, as if he were about to jump off something high, and blurted out:
“If you would like to come and dance with me on the mountain peak” he spoke so fast it sounded more like a statement than a proposal.
“I’d love to!” chirped Mielou.
The boy placed the now mutated napkin on the table and held out his hand with newborn confidence. Mielou took his hand in hers, bursting with excitement. They caught each other’s gaze and held it with gentle intensity. Then, as if Lilette didn’t even exist, they flew off through the door hand in hand, still staring placidly into each other’s eyes.

“That’s fine! Don’t worry about me! Go right ahead!” Lilette called out to them with sour irony, but they were long gone and wouldn’t have heard her.
“How gross. Soppy lovers. How inconvenient for them” she bitterly thought aloud, but was once again envious of her best friend and uncontrollably collapsed to the ground bursting into a sob of heavy tears.

She cried until there were no tears left in her body. Wiping her cheeks, she stood up, appalled with herself for reacting in such a way.
He was so beautiful
She thought involuntarily
He’s the most wonderful boy I’ve ever seen
Why couldn’t she stop thinking these thoughts? She knew it wasn’t right to love the boy Mielou had fancied ‘for like ever.’ She tried to stop the thoughts, but they were intrusively unyielding.
This must be what love is like
How dare she think the word love.
“I DON’T LOVE HIM” she screamed, her voice echoed off the walls. But as hard as she tried she couldn’t convince herself. What was she to do?
Maybe I’ll run away, to some distance land, somewhere where I’ll never have to see him again
But the thought of never again seeing his amused smile or his enchanting eyes, burnt a pain deep inside of her. The pain didn’t go away. She now needed to see him again, she needed the pain of his absence to be healed. She was torturing herself, he was torturing her,
I hate him
She thought with as much repulsion as she could manage.

“I hate him” she hissed aloud, but the image of his face overpowered her and she gave into herself.
“Ok, fine! I love him! I love him! I do. He’s the meaning of existence and I need him, I want him. I love him” she gasped and cupped her hands to her mouth.
No swear word, English or Elfish, could compare to the array of sinister words she had just uttered. Suicidal thoughts filled her mind but disappeared as quickly as they had come. How could she do this to her best friend?

She pressed her eyebrows with her fingers, attempting to squeeze the thoughts out of her mind. Then she stopped. Took a very deep, shaky breath and endeavoured to picking up plates.