h2>Dating : A Game of Chess and Books
Romance Short Story Part 1
Openings and feelings a tale of pieces and letters
“I will die if he doesn’t fall in love with me!”
“You will die?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Too much passion for your age Lizzy, I am not sure I should let you take all these romances home.”
“I was just being dramatic. Being in love feels pretty,” she said, giggling.
“Well, love stories usually end in tragedy.”
“Those are not love stories. Those are tragedies.”
“Dear Lizzy, to be in love can be a tragedy.”
“Miss Hart, you are having fun with my crush dilemma.”
“I am not Lizzy.”
“Yes, you are, because you are calling me Lizzy, like the book I love, I should have never told you.”
“By the way, when are you going to tell me who is your . . . crush Lizzy?”
“He doesn’t come to the library very often.”
“I see.”
“Is he in the . . . football team?”
“No! Miss Hart, you imagine such cliclé stories.”
“My mistake Lizzy, but you like to read a lot. I thought you were attracted to sports boys,” she said, laughing.
“He is an athlete.”
“I was right, wrestler?”
“Chess.”
“Such a burning heart he must have.”
“Miss Hart, you are laughing again and mocking with my words.”
“Don’t worry, Lizzy,” she said, “someday you will . . . enter holding hands like that couple,” She points to the entrance.
Lizzy turns. She doesn’t say anything.
“The boy looks nervous and kind of familiar, the girl seems happy, someday — ”
“Miss Hart, he is my crush.”
