Chapter 32

Chapter 32 of "Forbidden Love."

Wedding day?! Had Quil been, married?! I had to know for sure. I found the page where the photo had fallen out.

Monday, March 22, 1805.

I saw her today. She was in the meadow behind the village spinning in the sunlight so beautiful, so cafefree. She spotted me watching her and demeaned to know my intentions. She had no problem standing up to me, a “gifted one.” I gave her my deepest apologizes and she accepted. We walked along for a while just talking. I think she may be the one. Her name is Poppy.

Q.C

Tears clogged my throat as I read the last line. I skipped a few weeks to Saturday April 17, 1805.

I did it. I proposed and she accepted! I believe I am the happiest man in the village maybe even on the entire land! We’re getting married in the summer months, which is many moons away but alas it’s still official! Maybe I’ll even decide not to stop my aging. Maybe we could even grow old…

I threw the journal and the photo down on the bed and turned away unable to stop the tears from flowing now. How could I be so stupid?! He had been playing me the whole time! I was so full of sadness and anger I hadn’t heard Quil come out of the bathroom.

          “Hey Sparrow-Sparrow are you okay? What’s…” but he broke off when his eyes fell on his journal lying open face down on the bed with “Poppy’s” picture poking out.

          “When were you gonna tell me?!” I cried.

          “I wasn’t but Sparrow you’ve got it all wrong!” he pleaded.

          “No for once I’ve got it right! God Quil you were MARRIED!”

          “Actually I was engaged and it was a long time ago.”

          “It doesn’t matter! You lied to me! I told you EVERYTHING. I opened up my heart while all the while, you were playing me.”

          “I wasn’t playing you and I never lied to you about my engagement to Poppy!” Quil cursed under his breath.

          “So, you admit it? You were engaged?” I whispered as the tears continued to flow. He sighed in defeat.

          “Yeah, I was engaged but…”

          “Oh my god!” I turned my back on him.

          “…but it never happened!” Quil finished.

          “Why?! Hm?! Did she call it off?!” I spun around.

          “No because she was killed on our wedding day!” We just stood there staring at each other. I saw Quil’s walls begin to crumble. Leaving him totally defenseless.

          “What?” I whispered. Quil’s eyes fell to the floor and his shoulders hunched over in despair.

          “It was July 16, 1805. Poppy was about to make me the happiest man alive. Half the village was attending,” he laughed humorlessly as he lowered himself on the bed, “it was just a few minutes before the I do’s would be said. We were standing at the altar ready to commit ourselves to each other. That’s when everything changed.” I could see it in Quil’s eyes as he traveled back. Back to July 16, 1805.

Author's Note

Quil's past is revealed

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