Make-up, done. White dress, check. I’m ready.
“Bye mom! Bye Dad!” I said as I went out of our house.
I checked my phone for his message. None, yet.
Suddenly, a black BMW stopped in front of me. Out came three muscular men, rushing, dressed in rugged black shirts, covered with black shades.
“Don’t scream,” the man with a gun whispered.
I’m too stunned to react.
My eyes were covered, my arms were tied, before they pushed me inside the car.
The silence is piercing. I want to shout, I want to fight, but I know it will be useless.
My mind’s rushing, my heart’s beating fast. Afraid. Confused. I tried to be calm but my tensed brain cells can’t.
I am on the verge of tears when the car finally screeched to a stop.
“Let’s go,” a man’s voice said softly but with authority.
I followed. Holding my arm, the man lead me to a concrete stair.
I climbed up. First, second, third until the ninth step.
Breathe in. Breathe out. I felt weak. I felt defeated.
“Walk,” he whispered.
Step, and then another, and then another.
“Stop!” he shouted.
I remained still, as I felt my knees getting weak. I was about to fall when someone pulled me up. “Stand up, and walk,” he commanded while he removed the ropes in my wrists and the black cloth that covers my eyes.
My eyes, now with tears so close, adjusted slowly to the almost unlit place.
I bowed down, and saw the words.
Words on the black carpet, written with white lights.
I think I want you more than want
And know I need you more than need
I wanna hold you more than hold
When you stood in front of me
“Insane,” I whispered as I felt goosebumps crawl in me. I almost run out but I can see the shadows of the men who brought me here. Reluctantly, I continue, more words lit up as I do.
I think you know me more than know
And you see me more than see
I could die now more than die
Every time you look at me
My knees are now weak with fear. Only a psychotic stalker can pull this off. That I know for sure. Shaking, I continue walking.
When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me
It finally hit me. “I knew this song! I knew this!” My steps are now faster, and the letters made of lights are now in full speed, too.
In your eyes oh in your eyes
In our hearts yeah in our hearts
Sometimes words just ain’t enough
For this love that’s more than love
I stopped and steadied myself. Breathe.
I walked with tears, with fast heartbeats, and with unclear mind.
Well I’ve seen you in jeans with no make-up on
And I’ve stood there in awe as your date for the prom
Now it’s clear. I sobbed seconds before I finally hear his voice.
“I’m blessed as a man to have seen you in white
But I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.”
Spotlights were opened, and I saw him.
Candles were lit, and I saw the long black carpet that I walked in.
I heard sobs, they aren’t from me anymore.
More lights were opened and I saw my dad, my mom, my family, and his, too.
I saw our friends, all in tears.
They are all in black, while the flowers that surrounded me are all in white, like me.
“What the hell is this?” I said as I walk towards him.
He just smiled and said…
No, I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.
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©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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Inspired by: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”
Your story was very exciting. I thought she would be kidnapped but really she was getting proposed to. So sweet!
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Yes! Fictional leading men are just the sweeeeetest! I hope there are some real men as sweet as him. Haha
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Stunning stuff. Beautifully crafted
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Thank you, Jacq! I treasure your words, always. ❤
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My pleasure my dear friend 🙂
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😀
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Wow! What a roller coaster of emotions: from fear to cheer! Great works, Rosema! 😄
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Loved the rhyming words on your comment!!! And it was pure bliss to see you again here in my blog, Fun! Glad you liked it! 🙂
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What a way to propose! Haha
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YAS! Sana lang may makagawa nito. Hahaha
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I’ve got goosebumps! What a story you weave. So clever to use a song like that
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Thank you, Mel! I do appreciate your kind words. Your making my heart burst! 🙂
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You’re welcome. That was one epic post.
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After reading this spectacular piece I can think of saying only one thing: Awwwwwwww….!!!
It is pure AMAZING ❤
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Ooooh, Heena! You are making my heart. It is such a huge honor to get those words from an awesome writer like you. 😊 Thanks a lot!
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It’s really sweet of you to say so. Your writing is really good and I’m all for good writing and beautiful imagery.
Keep writing ❤
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Yay! Thank you, Heena! Your words give me joy. 🙂 Thank you!
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From piercing fear to true love. Amazing.
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Thanks, Kathy! I’m glad I pulled this off. ❤
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It’s a great read. I really enjoyed it.
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Aww. That’s so sweet, Kathy. 🙂
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You’ve done it again! What a twist 🙂 Well done!
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Yay! That’s elating to hear especially from you, Annie. Thank you sooo much!
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Aw. You’re welcome, my dear Rosema! 🙂
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❤
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Nice foreshadowing with the white dress 😉
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Thank you! I hope you love the story. 🙂
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Thank you, again, Mel! I think I cannot thank you enough! 😀
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