A peasant and a princess, a servant and a queen. A forbidden love and an unfulfilled dream. The stars shined down, and the moon shined bright. All on a night, much like tonight. Nearby the music boomed, and the energy was high.
I stood before this very bridge on that day, watching the results of my first love unfold before my very eyes. As I pondered whether or not my love would come join me, I stared into the depths of Lake Victoria. Its midnight blue water was hypnotic, and the moon reflected on the dark surface.
The sound of rustling skirts and the soft voice of a woman crying brought my attention away from the icy water. I turned to see my lover rushing towards me, tears glistening on her cheeks. I took her into my arms, and held her.
"Dear, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling her close to me.
"They won't let me see you." she whispered."So I ran away. They'll be sending a search party." As she spoke, her tears fell harder. I stroked her hair, unsure of what to say.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"Hide me. Take me away from here." she begged, looking up at me.
"Sweetheart, I'm nothing but a commoner. You know I can't afford that! You should go back to the castle. It's best for you." I replied.
"But they won't let me see you!" Annabelle sobbed.
"Annabelle, we don't have to see each other." I spoke hesitantly. She pulled away from me, and looked up to me with large eyes.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Annabelle said harshly. Her tears finished falling, and instead her temper flared. I considered what to say before I replied.
"Love, what I mean is that we can send each other letters." her eyes lit up with anger, and I took a step back.
"Letters?! You want us to keep in touch by letters?!" she shrieked.
"Darling, that's not what I meant!" I reached out to her, but she slapped my hand away.
"I don't mean anything to you!" Annabelle wailed. "You want to see other women!" she began to cry again, but in rage instead of sadness.
"Calm down!" I said frantically. I could hear the pounding of hooves, and the shouting of men.
"No!" Annabelle screamed, tears streaming down her lovely face. I once again tried to take her into my arms, but then pulled back as Annabelle struck me across the face.
"What was that for?!" I reached up and touched my cheek, wincing. Meanwhile she bent down and pulled off her shoes, then glared back at me.
"If I can't have you," she sobbed, "I'd rather die!" she climbed onto the rail of bridge, and my eyes widened in shock.
"Annabelle, stop this madness!" I sprung forward to grab her, but was too late.
I watched in horror as my love fell farther away from me, towards the icy water of Lake Victoria. My eyes never left her as she crashed into the depths of the lake.
The autopsy of Annabelle Rose, the only daughter of the royal family, later proclaimed that her death was instantaneous. I was released from the local prison, as the autopsy also stated that it was not a homicide.
I devote her death day to mourning, and remembering the past. This day is February 14th; the day in which a love between a peasant and a princess was tragically ended.
I wrote this on Valentines Day. You see, one of my friends told me that I can't write anything that's serious, so I wrote this. (Bwahahahaha) Oh! And the narrator IS a guy, people at school flipped 'cause they thought he was a girl. (Cause its so weird to write from the perspective of a guy when you're not one) Sorry if you consider it "depressing" (most do); I was sick of being bothered about being single. (Hey, single free to mingle)
