What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
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Lorienna found it really hard to say what was on her mind, plus she was getting a little tired. Letting go of Blizz, she walked over to the bar and reached behind it, feeling around for some paper. She finally found a notepad, probably used to take orders, and she grabbed a pen and began to scribble on it. Leaning against the bar so that her back was towards Blizz, so that he couldn’t see what she was writing. A few minutes later, she was done and she ripped the paper off of the pad and turned around, holding it out to Blizz.
It read:
I’m sorry, I’m just finding it really hard to tell you this. I figured that it was your place to bring it up, and that you’d be a little offended if I said anything. I’m not trying to rush anything, and this isn’t only because I’m pregnant. Even if I wasn’t, I’d still want this… right now. I want to marry you. I’m sorry if it’s sudden, but I can’t keep this in any longer. I love you so much, that I really want this. For the both of us.
Whether or not he’d take the note, she didn’t know, but she ran up the steps as soon as she held it out to him. He’d probably spend some time reading it, so she quickly changed into a nightgown and crawled into bed, tail wrapped around her waist, body in the fetal position as she fell asleep.
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You're the pretender…
What if I say I will never surrender?