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what do you think of my style?

i have just wrote this off the top of my head and i wondered what you thought of my style. bare in mind that its jsut this second been written please dont be too harsh ------------------- “Fee!” he called as I ran towards him and flung my arms around his neck. He picked me up gently and spun me around before placing me back on the ground and pulling my face towards him, kissing my lips softly. Tristan tucked one of my soft blonde curls behind my ear and I gazed into his beautiful brown eyes. He smiled lovingly at me and stroked my pale face with his finger. “I love you,” I whispered, the soft moonlight gazing down on our secret meeting. His smiled dropped from his face and her averted his gaze from my face. “You shouldn’t,” he replied. I sighed in frustration and pulled him under the nearest tree paranoid that my father would find us. “Why not?” I demanded stamping my foot like a child. “You,” he started just happen to be the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country and I am just your gardener.” “I have told you a million times I DON’T CARE! You could be living on the streets for all I care I want you. I would love you if you were the richest man on the planet or the poorest, I have told you that.” “Opheila, you are sixteen I am twenty-one!” “Ugh, Tristan please, we have been through this, please don’t make tonight about this. I love you and that’s all that matters.” The smile crept back onto his face and he pulled me closer to him and I buried my head into his chest. “I love you too,” he whispered kissing my hair. We walked among the gardens until we found our spot. A small bunch of trees by the stream. Hidden from view, where no one would think to look for us. My white dress trailed along the floor as I held Tristan hand tightly scared to let go. I gazed at his dark hair and his tanned skin until I felt like his image was etched in the inside of my eyelids. I would never tier of looking at him. Ever since that day when I was on the brink of fifteen and I first saw him in our large garden I knew…I knew that I would love him. Of course I did not come to love him until much later when we stole the hours of the night to escape from my overbearing father and rather erratic mother. Tristan was perfect and he loved me, that’s all I care about and all I will ever need. As I sat myself down in the lilacs and the daises, Tristan took out his sketchbook. I smiled at him as I let the band out of my golden hair and it fell down my back to my waist. He picked a flower from the grass and placed it in my hair before he began to finish his drawing. “Tristian?” I started. “Yes?” he replied, glancing up from his paper but looking straight back down again and adding a few more lines. “The offers still open.” “You are not going to talk to your father,” he stated. “Please, we need a new artist, our old one retired and dad wants a new portrait of Emilia and I. “Isn’t your sister against being drawn?” he asked. “She says so but I believe that she enjoys to draw herself, I snuck into her room the other night and found a number of pictures of her.” He smiled and placed the book on the ground before crawling over to me and kissing me gently, placing his hands either side of me. I lay back onto the grass but he rolled over and lay next to me. I turned on my side and leant my forehead against his. The fresh garden scent still hung around him and I breathed it in savouring the moment. “Do you have to go?” he asked as I fingered a lock of his hair. I nodded once but the tears sprang to my eyes immediately. I sat up instantly. “My father is making us, you know I don’t want to leave you.” He sat up and hugged his arms around my waist resting his chin in my shoulder. I twisted my head to the side so I saw part of his face. “What if you meet someone there and decide I am not good enough?” he asked. “That will never happen. I touched my hand to his face and was immediately jerked out of reality. [“Good morning Miss Opheila,” cried a young gentleman who stood in front of me with a single Cali lily in his hand. My favourite. He unnecessarily bowed and handed the flower to me. “Thank you.” I giggled and blushed. “My pleasure,” he said leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek.] I snapped back instantly but Tristan had noticed my absence of mind. “What did you see?” he asked slightly worried. “Oh nothing just that mother is going to forget something, I’ll make sure I pack it personally.” I glanced away from him, worried he would figure out what I was hiding. ----------------- the bit in brackets is supposed to be in italics (its her seeing the future) xxx

Public Comments

1. Great!
2. i love it
3. it was beautiful :')
4. Astonishing. I actually thought i was reading an actually book. Great job! :)