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.

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