fate's a cruel mistress, girl

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ericamay, 25may1995, single forever, devoted to peter pan

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english cpt!

6.6.10 at 10:39 AM

The sun hung high in the sky, barely visible beneath the treetops but streamed in ubiquitous rays wherever it could. My hand never left Hermia’s as I guided her over logs, under branches and around bushes; I was experiences with walking through this large forest, as it was the path I took to my aunt’s home. I would venture into the woods so frequently during the pleasant months that every nook and cranny was embedded in my mind as some may memorize all the small and large roads about a neighbourhood. The forest was the neighbourhood of my childhood, in essence.

But as the sun set – unnoticed due to the sweat that dripped down my face and my girlfriend’s little winces at bugs that buzzed and crawled around us – everything looked different, my focus waivered with my growing long for rest. I tried to motivate myself with thoughts of our destination: the cooking I had grown up with, the room I played in, the bed I would finally sleep in again – even the patio, where my aunt had made me lemonade so many times before. Alas, when even the novelty of that wore off (quicker than I would have initially expected) I had to stop.

Hermia turned to face me with her own wariness hidden behind her doe eyes. “Hey, I think we should rest a bit,” I proposed with a half smile. “To be honest, I forgot which way we should be going... At least, I should remember once the sun rises again. Alright?”

She hesitated, looking around at the clearing we were in, before answering. “Okay, but find some better place to lie down,” her nose wrinkled as she swatted at a mosquito on her leg. “You know how much I hate bugs.”

I grinned wide and nudged her side. “Well... You know you could just lie down on me – I’ll be sure to protect you from all the nasty little bugs that might creep onto you.” I ran a hand through her hair, mimicking the possibility of such.

She laughed and pushed me away with a smirk. “As if I could trust you more, right?” Looking around carefully, she dropped the sweater in her arms and positioned her bag as a pillow. I did the same, setting myself up comfortably beneath a tree.

I waited until she was sound before sleeping, too – not so much work as trying to stay awake was. In no time, I was absorbed in a dream world much like the reality Hermia and I were destined to face. I stood beneath a large oak in a tuxedo and looked down the part between rows of chairs to see my beautiful girl in a white dress. I smiled to her, but she was moving awfully slowly – surely she would be by my side by now? It was as if the time in my world stood still, and in a flash, the bright, beautiful day was replaced by the still night.

“Lysander? Lysander, are you alright?”

A voice prompted my eyesight to focus like the lens of a camera, and the face my gaze fixed on was something to behold. It was like looking up onto the visage of an angel, my face heating up and my heart was beating like the hooves of a dozen fine race horses.

“I’m definitely better, now that I see you,” Her face twitched with confusion at my words. “My God, Helena, you’re so wonderful and gorgeous!”

Her cheeks were now tinged a vermillion shade as she backed away from me and stood up. I stumbled to my feet as she spoke. “What are you talking about, Ly? You love Hermia and she loves you!”

Truth be told, I really didn’t know where I was going with this, all I knew was that at the moment, I really – irrevocably and unexplainably – fancied Helena over Hermia. “Love her? I regret the time I was with her instead of you! No, I’m pretty sure I love you.”

She scoffed and turned a vicious glare to me. “Wow, what did I do to deserve this? Don’t you think I feel bad enough, knowing Demetrius left me? You really feel the need to make fun of me, too?” She turned and started to walk away from me, waving an arm in the air. “Gosh, you’re such a jerk! I really thought you were different but I guess you’re all just the same!”

She pushed past the thick bush and slowly left my sight, leaving me to stand there like a bumbling idiot with my heart trampled in the soil. I was struck dumb, completely amazed, and somewhere through the shock, I found myself able to run after Helena without a second thought.