Three Things Golden
Thomas is a poor boy who lives in the town of London, where he is hopelessly in love with the landlord's daughter. When he finds the perfect gift, he has one chance to give it to her- at the party on Christmas Eve. But can he make the girl of his dreams fall in love with him when she doesn't even know he exists?
I whip around, my eyes narrowed into two emerald fires. She stands there, alone, giving me a cute half smile. "Why are you so difficult?" I say incredulously.
"Why are you so attractive?" As she leans closer, I can see the shy side of her reflected in her eyes. Just to be talking with her seems like a dream. She blinks, her feminine lashes catching in the light. My palms grow warmer, and now I can see every detail of her lips, which are parted lightly, and feel her warm breath on my skin.
"How do you know my name?"
"It's easy. Everyone knows you- Thomas the dreamer." Her eyes are more pretty than the finest sapphires.
In that moment, I feel like our souls intertwined- that our personalities met with each other curiously, and ignited a flame in my heart.
"Do you like to look at the stars?" She took me by the hand and led me to her father's study, which was masked in shadows. I felt unexplainable warmth inside as I gazed at the glamour and the lights of the city on Christmas Eve. Maria took the telescope and led me outside, her fingers intertwined with mine. I barely held in the wide grin that played at my lips.
We were walking in the gardens. It was just us, the rows of flowers and a small fountain spraying water onto the dark grey stones that lined the paths. Finally she stopped, in the center near the fountain where the four paths intersected. Then she set the telescope down and said, "Come."
Slowly I knelt next to her, my heart beating like a drum. I looked through the eyepiece, my fingers holding the shaft and Maria's breath in my ear. And what I saw was magic.
The sky was illuminated in a circle, blurred around the edges. It was pitch black and crystal clear, the stars lighting up the night and twinkling in the sky with a white-golden light. The serene, vast beauty took my breath away, and suddenly I could feel the Christmas spirit running through the air, and the magical joy of love.
I looked up, a wide grin spreading on my face. "The stars- they are like-"
"Magic," she said with me. Then she gave me a shy smile. "I've never showed anyone this before. No one- I didn't think that anyone would understand." I thought of Maria's father, who was kind at heart, although his thoughts barely escaped the realm of business and duty.
"I understand feeling the like the only person in the world with dreams." We sat there for a minute in a contemplative silence, staring into each other's eyes.
At that moment, something amazing happened. The church bells tolled, a great brass ringing, through ought the town. My heart was beating fast, and I was warm inside from happiness and love. I slowly tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear, looking at each detail of her face- her small, delicate nose, her pale, radiant skin, and her soft eyes that made my heart dance. She smiled at me, and I leaned forward- my breath warm in the cold December air, the curves of our lips coming together as Christmas Day dawned on the town of London.
The kiss was like nothing I had ever imagined. Her warm, sweet lips were tentative and at first, but then I put my hand of the back of her hair and leaned forward. The warmth spread all the way through me, made me not want it let go of this moment, so precious and intimate. The soft aroma of her hair and her body filled me, and I closed my eyes with bliss.
She came up for air, and I slowly reached my hand to the small of her back, where it fit perfectly. She opened her lips again and tangled her fingers in my hair. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and suddenly, with an urge I had never discovered before, I pulled her body close to mine and kissed her with a passion and desire that was almost unhuman. The thoughts we slipping away, only filled with lavender and a sense of hunger for her lips.
As we broke apart, I could feel the heat between us. In the distance there were shouts of joy and carolers singing, but that was far, far away.
"I didn't know how I felt about you, but now-" I held her close, her head resting on my chest. I imagined her listening to the beat of my heart, and I felt a surge of protectiveness.
"Maria," I whispered. "I love you." She gave me a smile that shamed the sun itself.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the locket. The chain felt smooth and fluid in my fingers, the heavy gold heart the only thing weighing it down. The beautiful engraving gave her face a look of astonishment.
"Merry Christmas, Maria," I said for the second time this evening, in completely different circumstances. She took turned around, exposing the gentle curve of her neck, and I unclasped it. I reached around and carefully connected the chain. Then she turned around.
"Oh, Thomas, it's beautiful." She looked gorgeous with the necklace around her neck, starshine in her eyes.
At that moment, I knew the meaning of my dream- there were three things golden in my life. The first was the stars- all of my fantasies and dreams that were always swirling around in my mind, an unquenchable curiosity for words and ideas. The second was the gold coins my mother had given to me. She was the kindest, most generous person that I knew. And the third was the golden locket, which was my love for Maria. The heart, engraved with the letter M in a sea of swirls, held all of my passion. And now they were complete- my dreams of the stars shared, the coins spent on the most wonderful gift, and the locket in the posession of the girl I loved most.
My smile lit up the whole black sky. It was the most perfect start I have ever had- to a day of joy and gifts, and to a life I had only dreamed of.