The Brooding Man
He rides in with his horse and a grin on his face
“Are you lost baby gurl” he says.
Before I can answer he lifts me off my feet and puts me on the horse.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“I’m saving you” he responds.
“Sorry, but I don’t need saving”.
He stops the horse and stares of into a distance.
“W-what are you doing” I ask.
“Brooding and looking effortlessly handsome”.
“Well, I’m just a regular quickly girl who despised you a minute ago but I’m intrigued by your mysterious personality”.
We ride in the horse for ten more minutes until we get to a field where a picnic is surprising already planned.
“So tell me a little about yourself” he says.
“Well I’m very clumsy. My whole personality revolves around reading old books, and I dream to explore the world”.
“Cooool” he says.
“What about you I ask?”
He looks down and he frowns.
“I have an abusive father. When I was twelve, he smacked the chicken nugget out of my hand for dipping it in mud. Now I’m a shallow mysterious man who can’t commit and hasn’t evolved since kindergarten”.
“So romantic” I whisper.
He pulls out a guitar from seemingly nowhere and says, “I’ve written a song for you”.
“Oh your so beautiful
And I can’t help but ask you to marry meee
Make me the happiest man
Because that’s you responsibilityyyyy
So-“. what’s you name”.
“Ava” I says.
“So Ava, please marry me”.
“I do” I say.
We ride off into the sunset on his horse. The end.