"No, I haven't... Tell me? "I asked as I watched the butterfly escape the shadows into the sunlight. It made me think of my mother and I grinned alittle bit at the thought. The butterfly actually resembled the tattoo on my ankle, except that one was blue rather than white. I let my hands meet behind my back as I glanced back to him, waiting for the story.

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 I took a deep breath, this would be a long-winded story but it was well worth it. "There was once a woman name Marilyn who's husband Jack, was in the Romanian military. It was back duri g the firs of the World's War when Romania needed all the help they could get. One day, Jack got a letter saying that he was to be called to active duty. " I paused and glanced down at Isabel, just to make sure I wasn't boring her. "Marilyn cried and cried, worried for her husbands safety but Jack pulled her into his arms and whispered one final promise to her before he left. He said, "Don't you worry about me. I'll write you letters every day and when you see a butterfly you will know that I'm okay and am doing alright"." I shrugged, and looked down at her. "Butterflies are pretty rare here. But anyways, Marilyn waited day after day for Jack to come home and prayed for the day a letter would come. Weeks, then years went by without a word from Jack. Then, on the day that Jack was supposed to come home Marilyn sat on a baren rock, crying because she was sure that Jack was dead. But then a white butterfly fluttered by her and landed on her shoulder. Marilyn could not believe it. " I smiled and shook my head "And then who comes walking up? Jack! He had survived the war. Marilyn most committed suicide that day, but the butterfly saved her life. And now it's sort of our national symbol of hope. " I licked my lips and swallowed. Phew! That had been a lot of talking! We reached the base if a weeping willow and I stopped, turning to face Isabel I wanted to see her reaction to the story. 

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I stopped for a moment and thencouldn't help but grin,"That... is an amazing story,"I said quietly, looking down at my shoes for a moment. It was so helplessly romantic, it sent a warm feeling on a fritz from my stomach pulsing into my whole body. I looked back up, to meet his warm eyes,"A true story of hope...and love for two people so painfully far apart....Amazing."

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I smiled wide, happy the she was pleased with the story. "I'm glad you like it." I said, taking my hands out of my pockets. A small leaf fell from the tree and into Isabel's hair. I reached out my hand and gently brushed it away, purely out of instinct. It was something I would have done if it had been my little sister there instead of this girl. "I'm sorry..." I said quietly, my hand slowly drifting from the side of her face, a boyish grin on my face. "There was something in your hair. "

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My heart actually stopped, I swear it did, and I smiled at him, shaking my head lightly from side to side a few times before speaking,"No, don't be sorry,"I said with a small smirk as I adjusted my hair behind my ear and looked up at the tree we stood beneath,"Your country truly is beautiful..."

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I had made her nervous. I could tell. "Yes, there is sometimes nothing more beautiful than sadness. Especially when it comes to wild life. " I smiled, showing that I was merely kidding. At least about the whole wild life part. The hair that Isabel had pushed behind her ears flew away once again as a sudden gust of wind rustled the trees. I wished that I could kiss her. Did she want to kiss me too?

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I coudn't help but laugh. I squeazed my eyes shut as the wind brought my hair into a rampage across my face, and I continued to giggle until it stopped,"Goodness gracious!"I pulled my hair back, my cheek rosy in a blush as the wind died down, but only for a moment, before it picked up again. I chuckled and took his shoulders, turning us so his back was to the wind and his broad torso was a shield of sorts. I looked up at him,"Sorry..."

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I let out a loud, laugh as I let her move my back towards the wind. Now it was my turn to get beaten by the wind. Her hands were gladly welcome on my shoulders, but I gently reached up and took them in my own. Now was my chance! We were alone, there was no one to judge us or tell us to stop, and the setting was sweet and romantic. "Anything for a Princess.." I smiled, tilting my face in closer to hers until we were only inches apart. My pulse beat faster. "Would it be so improper for me to kiss you?" I asked politely, looking into her beautiful green eyes. Manners always came first. 

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Most certaintly, but I think we left proper in the hotel lobby last night,"I whispered softly. I could hear a heartbeat in my ears, and I'm not sure if it was his...mine...or them beating in unison. I squeezed his hands, just faintly, before closing my eyes and leaning in the rest of the way, finally letting our lips meet. It was...perfect. His lips were smooth, and warm, and the whole kiss was an absorbed feeling of bliss.

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She was right. Everything about us was improper. In fact, I think that I was committing treason against my country just for kissing her. But I'm not going to lie, it was one of the best kisses I had ever had in my life. Her lips were impossibly smooth and full. I slipped my hands from her and put them on her waist instead, pulling her in closer to me. I just couldn't resist. I'm sure a little part of me wondered what would come of me if we were ever to be caught. My boyish lust overcame the worry though, and all that mattered was my hungry lips on hers. 

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