I used to write here a long time ago, or so it seems... As I withdrew into a shell, I needed to go away but Im slowly coming back, I guess. A little rusty, yet! But here is the whatever I wrote...
There was not a sound in the house. Just the slight humming of the fan above her and the click of the keys when it was her chance to type. She stretched her neck. She was tired. But she needed to stay away. This was familiar. When, it would be morning, it would start all over again. There was a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Not from blush, the natural or the made up kind. It was an allergic reaction to all the weird make up her mother was making her wear. She had to look like a bride.
She wondered what that meant. She was a would be bride and bride would like she did on that day. She had never followed any rules. She raced cars in the middle of the night. She smoked like a chimney. This was the longest she had gone without a smoke. She needed a smoke. She couldnt in a housefull of people. She couldnt wait to get married and get done with these shenanigans. She continued to ramble on. Then, suddenly said to him, you are the reason for all of this. You bloody had to come and ask my parents for my hand in marriage. We couldn't just run away. Like they could have caught us in my car. Damn you!
He was used to this. He just smiled and said, "I'm taming the lioness."