His face, usually so cold, was tinged with the rare flush of a young boy's shyness as he asked, "Would you, will you, be with me?"
"Let's spend our lives together, until the very end, in a love that defies death itself."
I stared at his face and in his beautiful eyes, I saw nothing but the image of a young Rose. Then, my gaze shifted back to the crooked words on the willow tree.
"David and Rose, together for life. David will always love Rose. If they betray this, let heaven strike them down."
The summer of seventeen. Even the cicadas’ song played a symphony of romance.
I could hear the beating of my own heart, reverberating in my ears, a loud echo that filled the summer night.
Blushing, I ran off, with David hot on my heels. He shamelessly demanded an answer, but I only made it as far as the girls’ dorm building and left him with one parting word:
"Immature."
When I got back to the Scott's manor, David had been waiting in the living room for quite a while.
As soon as he heard me, he stood up from the sofa and walked over to me. Noticing right away, he asked, "Rose Dear, did you cry? Who made you upset?"
David's gentle face shifted with a hint of anger. "Who dares to upset my Rose?"