Registration 1/1
This story will be posted again, after I have made a new edit of it because I got it betad again and also got a few things pointed out, which means it will be new additions.
Title and chapter number: Registration Chapter 1/1 - #83 break (23/100)
Author: Saga ‘sagaluthien’ Chriztine
Rating and warnings: PG-13, slight AU
Characters: Orlando Bloom, OFC - Trisha (not Patrisha)
Word Prompt: # 83 break
Progress: 23/100
Word count: 742
Betad: Annie
Author's Note: I wrote this and began a sequel not long before my old laptop crashed. The sequel - Convenience will come.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I have written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actress or character). I have written it for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all at getting things and ideas together. This wasn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Send feedback to: crowesaga@hotmail.com or saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Table: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/16122.html
It was probably only a coincidence that I happened to be there at the right time. Even so, it was as sad as it ever could be. It was the exact right moment for me to see something so many wished to take part of, but all the same, it was the exact wrong moment for my world to collapse.
I was taking a stroll through town with my mother. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining and only a few clouds in the sky. When we came to the town hall square, we saw that an area had been roped off and that a ceremony was taking place. During the summer, different ceremonies often took place outside.
It was always joyful to see pair get joined, even if they decided not to do the big church thing. We stopped to watch.
Seeing them made my heart sink. I recognized them both immediately. I knew the guy personally. I had never thought he would do it. I badly wished I could look away, but I couldn’t.
There weren’t many people, to my initial surprise. I saw only a few onlookers, the pair’s families and a few guards. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt. He hadn’t mentioned word one to me, so it was really a surprise… an awful surprise.
The act was quick and they soon moved to pose for some pictures. I managed eye contact with him and for a short moment, he looked sad. I didn’t know how to interpret it his sadness, only my own. All I wanted to do was weep and rather than wait, I did it silently.
I thought we had been more than friends, that we had something going on. If we had why did he do this? And damn it all, why with Her!
For a moment I wished he would want me to come over, but after our initial contact, he seemed to avoid making eye contact with me again. To be ignored hurt as much as all the other thoughts that swirled around in my head.
When we weren’t invited, I thought we would have been asked to leave, although that didn’t happen either. Finally it became too much for me and I walked away.
My mother lingered for some reason, joining up with me a little later. She knew that I admired him and I was glad that she tried to be there for me during that difficult time for me.
We ended up in a café, she and I. I brooded, feeling confused and sad. She tried to cheer me up by giving me a bundle of small papers.
I started to look through them. Most of them had the same thing written on them. Like someone was trying to perfect his signature. However, on some of them, there were a few more words written in his significant hand.
Orlando Bloom
I’m nervous.
Scared.
Orlando Bloom
Help Orlando Bloom me!
Orlando Bloom
I don’t want to.
It was all Orlando’s. Why had he written them? What would have happened if I had come earlier? Seeing this did not help me. It only depressed me more.
Looking at the papers closely, they appeared to be torn from a registration form. Trying to put it all together I managed to figure out that it was the town hall’s form used for partner registration. Again, seeing it didn’t help clear things up, but rather the opposite: it only made me more confused.
I looked through the papers a few more times, then turned to my mother, “How were you able to get these?”
“I know the guard and I know that you love Orlando, so I thought you might want them. My friend picked them up, probably not realizing how valuable they could be.”
I was speechless. The way she thought I loved him wasn’t the way I actually loved him. I had to admit I loved her for what she did, but I couldn’t say the truth.
The rest of the day, I knew to be destroyed. No, actually, that’s a lie. Put more correctly, today was destroyed, yes, and so was the future as far as I could see. How would I be able to get things back to good? Could I still be friends with him? Would it ever be the same?
Way too soon I had to accept that I had missed my opportunity.
~*~*~The End~*~*~
There will come a sequel to this story called Convinience.
Title and chapter number: Registration Chapter 1/1 - #83 break (23/100)
Author: Saga ‘sagaluthien’ Chriztine
Rating and warnings: PG-13, slight AU
Characters: Orlando Bloom, OFC - Trisha (not Patrisha)
Word Prompt: # 83 break
Progress: 23/100
Word count: 742
Betad: Annie
Author's Note: I wrote this and began a sequel not long before my old laptop crashed. The sequel - Convenience will come.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I have written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actress or character). I have written it for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all at getting things and ideas together. This wasn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Send feedback to: crowesaga@hotmail.com or saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Table: http://sagas-stories.livejournal.com/16122.html
It was probably only a coincidence that I happened to be there at the right time. Even so, it was as sad as it ever could be. It was the exact right moment for me to see something so many wished to take part of, but all the same, it was the exact wrong moment for my world to collapse.
I was taking a stroll through town with my mother. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining and only a few clouds in the sky. When we came to the town hall square, we saw that an area had been roped off and that a ceremony was taking place. During the summer, different ceremonies often took place outside.
It was always joyful to see pair get joined, even if they decided not to do the big church thing. We stopped to watch.
Seeing them made my heart sink. I recognized them both immediately. I knew the guy personally. I had never thought he would do it. I badly wished I could look away, but I couldn’t.
There weren’t many people, to my initial surprise. I saw only a few onlookers, the pair’s families and a few guards. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt. He hadn’t mentioned word one to me, so it was really a surprise… an awful surprise.
The act was quick and they soon moved to pose for some pictures. I managed eye contact with him and for a short moment, he looked sad. I didn’t know how to interpret it his sadness, only my own. All I wanted to do was weep and rather than wait, I did it silently.
I thought we had been more than friends, that we had something going on. If we had why did he do this? And damn it all, why with Her!
For a moment I wished he would want me to come over, but after our initial contact, he seemed to avoid making eye contact with me again. To be ignored hurt as much as all the other thoughts that swirled around in my head.
When we weren’t invited, I thought we would have been asked to leave, although that didn’t happen either. Finally it became too much for me and I walked away.
My mother lingered for some reason, joining up with me a little later. She knew that I admired him and I was glad that she tried to be there for me during that difficult time for me.
We ended up in a café, she and I. I brooded, feeling confused and sad. She tried to cheer me up by giving me a bundle of small papers.
I started to look through them. Most of them had the same thing written on them. Like someone was trying to perfect his signature. However, on some of them, there were a few more words written in his significant hand.
Orlando Bloom
I’m nervous.
Scared.
Orlando Bloom
Help Orlando Bloom me!
Orlando Bloom
I don’t want to.
It was all Orlando’s. Why had he written them? What would have happened if I had come earlier? Seeing this did not help me. It only depressed me more.
Looking at the papers closely, they appeared to be torn from a registration form. Trying to put it all together I managed to figure out that it was the town hall’s form used for partner registration. Again, seeing it didn’t help clear things up, but rather the opposite: it only made me more confused.
I looked through the papers a few more times, then turned to my mother, “How were you able to get these?”
“I know the guard and I know that you love Orlando, so I thought you might want them. My friend picked them up, probably not realizing how valuable they could be.”
I was speechless. The way she thought I loved him wasn’t the way I actually loved him. I had to admit I loved her for what she did, but I couldn’t say the truth.
The rest of the day, I knew to be destroyed. No, actually, that’s a lie. Put more correctly, today was destroyed, yes, and so was the future as far as I could see. How would I be able to get things back to good? Could I still be friends with him? Would it ever be the same?
Way too soon I had to accept that I had missed my opportunity.
~*~*~The End~*~*~
There will come a sequel to this story called Convinience.