Never Wanted To Leave

There's a certain feature with two people in the early stages of love;It is the production of butterflies ricocheting inside their bowels after the first meaningful and significant event. As was the case the two soon-to-be lovebirds. Marianne was twelve months older than the twenty-one year old Peeta, they hadn't exchanged ages yet. The matter or conversation related to it had not come up. Peeta had to leave the village to the capital, Armphire in a month, this he deemed an unimportant mention to Marianne. There was a University there with scholars mounted in each faculties as teachers. He had the intellectual quotient of a prodigy. What did he want to study?. Philosophy. The art of asking questions not seen by others gave him paramount joy. He had to prepare and that meant going to get goods and supplies for a lengthy vacation from home making him hardly ever available. This was a grand opportunity for him where he would use his brain to infinite extents and infinite possibilities.

       Rhisa knew he was always different and supported him nevertheless . Adrian and Aden on the other hand were not so thrilled with this new development. The mere thought of not seeing their beloved brother for an unspecified period of time was mind-receding and baffling to them. Mariannes joy was about to be unexpectedly cut short. The headway she was making was about to be conditionally broken. It was all happening fast like a play on a stage. Peeta knocked on her door. She was always alone at home these days. Her father was a merchant so he was always inclined with traveling about. The mother was away to help her friend; a single mother who had just bore a child. "Oh Peeta, hello." She smiled. "Hi Marianne, i take it you slept well." "Of course I did. It was glorious." she exclaimed.

      Right there he popped the information to her. "I'll be leaving for Ampshire University in a month to be educated on philosophy." "Oh". This was all Marianne expressed with words. The countenance on her face looked like all her joy turned to ashes in her mouth choking her air pipes. She never imagined it's occurrence. She knew he was a brilliant chap but she didn't expect him to fine tune his sense of reasoning at a University. What was worse was the fact that he'd be leaving in a month.

"Marianne, I like you, you're quite nice and I think I'd like to get to know you much better" Peeta uttered. This came out of the blue, even for her because she seemed startled again.

No way did she expect such proclamation although that was what she wanted to hear. "So I'm dedicating the next thirty days to you. There was a certain ease of heat in the room. The tension in the atmosphere surrounding them, was gone. This was an offer she wouldn't reject for the world. Marianne nodded her head excitedly showing her perfect dentition, exactly like a child who was promised a massive gift for her birthday, and so it began. He would leave his home everyday to make everyday with her count, no matter how small so long it would  make her happy for he knew she fancied him. His feelings were becoming clear to him gradually. His mother knew of the growing relationship between the two just by observing his body language. He seemed more happy after coming back from any hurrah with her.

The first two weeks were filled with comical events. Peeta could speak Celtic. It was his native language. His forebears had migrated from Wales to England in the early 1300's and was still  common tongue two hundred years after. They played with each other like children beautiful to watch from a distance without interference, completely inseparable like covalent bonds. " Tha thu tha sùilean tha agad bòidheach." He said to Marianne. She was unfamiliar with such words as they sounded funny to her ears. "Oh I see you're into witchcraft now" She remarked jokingly. She hadnt the slightest of the words that came out of his mouth. "You have beautiful eyes." He translated. She got more confused than ever. "What?" She asked.

"Tha thu tha sùliean tha agad bòidheach is celtic for 'you have beautiful eyes'." This made all the blood in her face have one point of focus that moment, her cheeks. "Thank you Peeta". Her mouth felt heavy. "But where did you learn to speak that?" She curiosly asked. The young man explained his roots to her. She too was not from England. Her Parents were of French heritage. Her full name was Jeane-Marianne. The difference between Peeta and her with respect to the languages was the former was well informed with Celtic and she was not. The progression of their love became a bosom of affection of another. Time was held very dearly by the two for deep in their subconscious, there was a countdown clock ticking unable to wait for them. Peeta was becoming more open as weeks passed.

      On the eve of his departure, he spent more time with Marianne incomparable to the previous twenty-nine, this was at her home. She wanted to see the stars it him and to their great luck that wishful night, there were lots of twinkles up in the sky. There they lay, on the floor of her backyard. Their garments rubbing against the green blades. The whole point was too see the stars together but the lad could not take his eyes off of the beautiful French girl. "Do you think Stars produce other stars Peeta?". She asked whilst swinging her laying hands against the grass as though she wanted to make a snow angel . For what it was worth Marianne still had shards of childhood tenderness in her. "Perhaps, if they're lovers I suppose", he answered whilst smirking at her. "Marianne please come closer I'd like to tell you something". She did not hesitate to roll close and as she made the last turn to directly face him, his lips locked on hers. He kissed her unexpectedly like she did a handful of nights ago, a sort of payback. The boys life was turned around in less than two months. A special kiss it was because it was the first snog they shared together. "I'll come back for you I swear". He whispered into her ears with his right palm on her cheeks which were softer than wool. "Don't make this harder than it has to be Peeta" She whispered back."Promise you'll write to me",Marianne said. "I will, every week love." He responded before giving a kiss on her forehead just below her golden hair. Tensions were rising, there was a sense of sensual understanding between the two. "Peeta I love..." he abruptly stopped her. "Don't" he said calmly like still air. "You can tell me that tomorrow." She lay her head up against his chest, it got silent.

      Both their minds were in a spiral of confusion and pessimism. Marianne easily got tired. It took Peeta seven minutes before he realized he was talking to himself for she had hit the deck, her eyes were shut. She slept as sound as a newborn. He did not want to wake her up from whatever beautiful dream she was having so he eased her head carefully from his head; in order for him to get on his feet so he could carry her to her room. This was what she had asked for two months ago when it all began, that he carry her. It finally came to fruition at the most unconventional time for she was present and at the same time not. She was already in the second stage of her sleep, complete unawareness of what was going on with her body. He lifted her like a married man would to his bride at a wedding ceremony. He carefully laid her on the bed and was sure to protect her from the cold with a thick wrapper. "I love you Marianne and I will be back for you. Just wait for me, please". Gently kissing her forehead before leaving for his home. Peeta had felt love and he wanted more of this great power but his educational needs required him to temporarily sacrifice his growing affections for her by. A bead of tear fell from his left eye then his right before trickling down both together, each slow and agonizing. He was in an ecstatic tearful regret.