cinderella | sting x reader

Chapter 7- Apple Tree

His cloak flashes open for a moment, and I notice that he is wearing stark white underneath.

"I know," I smile hopelessly. "But it's better to try than do nothing at all, no matter how bad the circumstances. Especially when a loved one tells you to."

The blond goes quiet, and I feel him tense up behind me.

I bite my lip, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Did I offend him?

"Here," he tugs at my short sleeve.

I look up to him, only to find my breath catch in my throat.

He's smiling so gently at me, something unrecognizable written in his eyes.

It.. it's the look mother and father gave me.

I can't believe that I deserved someone else who would look at me like this. It makes my heart leap in my chest, and I smile back at him.

His hand is still on my sleeve, but I don't mind the feeling of his warm fingers against my shoulder.

The man brings me to a place I don't recognize at the seaport, and I slowly realize we're going back to the countryside.

We stop at the edge of the woods, that I recognize not far being from my home.

"Close your eyes," he murmurs in my ear, and I feel his calloused fingers drifting over my eyes.

He leads me forward, not going in the woods like I expected.

Everything is dark, and I think he's walking me around the edge of the forest.

His hands move away and I am hit by a burst of fresh air, my eyes blinking once to get used to the sunlight.

We are standing in a wide, open field where the green grass waves in the wind like seaweed, a single tree in the middle of the field.

With a drop of my mouth, I realize recognize ripe, green fruit growing on that single tree.

I gaze up at him, only finding him grinning at me.

He jerks his head to the tree, as if saying 'go ahead'.

We both stroll to the tree, my mind on the apples, the mans mind on me.

"This is where I buried my mother," he spoke, a sad tone to his voice.

I slip my hand in his, knowing the feeling of losing a parent. "I- I don't think I can take these if your mother was buried here..." I meant every word.

He shakes his head. "She would have loved it. She loved giving away, always thinking of others before herself."

"Are you-"

"Come on now, love, don't keep my mother waiting," he winks, making me grin in response.

"Thank you, Miss," I murmur, gazing up at its egg-shaped leaves.

I, still hesitant, raised my hands, my index finger grazing the apple.

"They regrow, you know," that amused voice says behind me.

I smile at his comment, knowing that would be something he'd say.

I pluck on apple, laying it down in my basket with utmost care.

"Would you like to help me reach the higher ones?" I ask.

Blue eyes sparkle, before heading over to me.

I feel hands on my waist, and I squeak when he raises me in the air. He chuckles at my reaction.

"You wanted me to help you, right?" he grins slyly, and I can't help but laugh.

"Thank you," I say honestly.

By now, the sun on the edge of the horizon.

"Thank you for helping me, I really appreciate it," I say, walking with him back to the sea port.

"That's what friends are for, right?" he says in return, and from this side I notice a crystal earring pierced through one ear.

"Friends," I mutter, looking down with a noticeable blush.

The not-really-cloaked man laughs, throwing his head back while doing so. I couldn't help but stare at the blonde locks that swayed with his movements.

And then I realize, standing at the front of my home, that I don't even know his name. 

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What color do you want you dress to be?

A. Silver

B. Sky blue

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