Pixie: 16
Dawna: 19

It is never the fall that kills you Sherlock. Of all people you should know that. It is not the fall, it is never the fall. It is the landing! – James Moriarty; Sherlock Holmes

It was the King's birthday, which automatically meant that there would be a lot of festivities that night. For young Pixie it would be the first time she could go out without parental supervision. Now that she was sixteen her parents trusted her enough to allow her to leave the house and go out.

'Does this dress make me look fat?' the voice of her sister called out, causing the dotted girl to roll her eyes.

'You look almost pregnant in that dress, sister!' her voice called back. She could hear her sister swear at the other side of the door, which only made her laugh.

Soon, the girl walked out of her room and noticed her oma sitting on the couch. A smile appeared on her face as she noticed her granddaughter who was all dressed up for the feast.

'Look at you, my little Pixie,' she spoke with an emotional voice. 'You do look very pregnant in that dress.'

Pixie rolled her dark eyes before a laugh left her lips. 'Why thank you, I do really love you too.'

Her oldest sister came downstairs and tossed her a jacket. 'Don't wait for us, oma. We won't be home anything time soon.'

'Do make sure to come back before sunrise,' her grandma spoke to the both of them with a stern voice. 'Otherwise your parents are going to get a heart attack.'

'Glad to hear that you care about us as well,' the dotted woman joked before sending the oldest woman an air kiss and leaving the house. 'So, where are we going?'

'My favourite bar, of course.'

The bar happened to be a farm that was emptied out. It smelled like rotting flesh and cow shit, yet no one seemed to mind. There was more than enough alcohol to make them forget the circumstances.

'Here, sister mine, drink something!' her sister screamed loudly. The music was loud and made it almost impossible for anyone to understand each other.

Her sister, of course, had been drinking nonstop ever since they had arrived around two hours ago. Pixie doubted whether there was blood or alcohol running through her bloodstream.

'No thank you, I will pass,' the dotted girl rejected the offer once again. Chances were that everyone was drunk except for her.

'Do you always have to be such a prude. Live for once, little sister. Live.'

'You and I have very different perspective of life then, because you see someone could have poisoned your drinks or you drink too much which will cause you to fall in a coma and die. I am not living up to your standards, but I will survive this night without a headache and without poisoning my poor liver. Besides, alcohol makes you fat and it can cause pancreatitis.'

'It can cause what?'

'Pancreatitis: abnormal activation of digestives enzymes produced by the pancreas. Those enzymes can build up and cause inflammation which can lead to serious abdominal pains and life-threatening complications like kidney failure and diabetes.'

Her sister looked confused before her brown pulled in. 'Yeah, so I am going to get some free shots over at the bar. Hopefully no one will bore me with those boring facts there.'

'The facts may be boring but they are most certainly true!'

As her dark eyes watched her sister walk away Pixie was once again left alone in a bar full of people that did not share the same interests nor the same level of consciousness as her. Somehow the girl regretted going out that night. She had never been one to care about the King's birthday nor parties, yet the thought that she was free to go wherever she wanted had lured her in the weird smelling bar.

'Excessive drinking can also weaken the heart, elicit an irregular heartbeat and increase your risk of high blood pressure. All those things can cause you to die too early, but of course this only happens if you drink excessively and I do not think that anyone here does that. Expect, maybe for the bartender. I can't be sure however.'

The dotted girl turned around in surprise and came face to face with a boy who looked around two years older. He had a dark skin like the rest of her family and dark eyes that seemed to calm her nerves a little. He was rather tall and wore a simple, grey shirt and a pair of blue trousers.

'I don't think that we have properly met,' the boy spoke before offering the dotted girl his hand.

Pixie frowned at him before accepting his hand. 'Pixie.'

'Mathias,' the boy introduced himself. 'Would you walk with me? I'm getting dizzy from the smell of rotting meat and alcohol.'

The woman with the short hair went over her options rather quickly and decided that it did not really matter whether or not she stayed in the smelly barn. Her sister would clearly not notice her absence and she had hated the party from the moment she walked in.

'How do I know I can trust you?'

'What is the worst thing I can do to you?'

'You can steal my money, take over my family's soap buisness and leave me to die in the backyard,' Pixie spoke a little too quick, causing the boy to laugh.

'So, I'm a money and soap stealing thief and a murder who wants to lure you outside,' he spoke before laughing again whilst shaking his head. 'It took you a little under a minute to figure that out, so I'm positive that you can outrun me anytime. Besides, I have had a few drinks whereas you had none. This makes you automatically stronger and cleverer than me, so I think that I don't stand a real chance against you.'

'You're quite right,'the dotted woman spoke before her doubtful mind made a decision. 'Shall we, then?'

Pixie: 19
Dawna: 22

'Can you just tell me where you are taking me?'

'I could do that, of course,' Mathias replied. 'But it would ruin the surprise and I have worked so hard to surprise you, so I would rather not.'

Pixie could not help but to roll her eyes before she squeezed her boyfriend's hand. 'If this is another attempt to take my life, please keep in mind that my entire family will pick you out as potential murderer first.'

'Once again you have seen right through me,' the boy joked. 'I was going to push you off this cliff, but I suppose that I'll have to wait until I'm no longer a suspect then.'

The couple had reached the end of the mountain which was facing a cliff. The view was absolutely breath-taking. It faced a long meandering river that crept through the many mountains. The mountains were all covered in a thin fog which made the atmosphere mysterious. The world seemed to be never ending from the top of the mountain, where they were currently on. It seemed as if the mountains reached for miles and miles; all the way through the other side of the planet.

'You could push me off,' the dotted woman spoke as her eyes noticed the height of the mountain. 'I'm sure that I will either drown in the river by losing consciousness during the fall or I will simply be pulled under by the stream and drown too. Either way my lungs will be filled with water causing me to drown.'

'It's never the fall that kills you Pixie, it is never the fall. It is the landing.'

'So being pulled under by the stream it is then,' the young woman spoke. 'Have you just taken me here to tell me all of this?'

'Actually,' the young man started with a nervous tone in his voice. 'I took you here because I have to ask you something.'

Before her brain could process what was happening her boyfriend kneeled before her on one knee. His hands had opened a small box with a gorgeous, wooden made necklace in it in the form of a heart. Her heart stopped beating for a moment as tears welled up behind her eyes. Was this really happening? Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do?

'My sweet, sweet Pixie,' he started with a voice that showed that he had practiced his words. 'We have been dating for over three years now and I can't imagine my life without you. I remember the night we met very clearly; you thought you were boring everyone with your facts, the truth is that you only pulled me towards you. I noticed you the moment you entered that smelly farm, yet you didn't even seem to see me until I sneaked upon you from behind. We had the loveliest night which made me fear the future. I thought you had forgotten about me until one day you stood on my doorstep and invited me over for dinner. At first, I was shocked that you remembered both me and my address until I got to know you. Pixie, you are the cleverest, brightest and sweetest girl I've ever met. You make my heart beat faster every time you enter the room and I can never seem to get my eyes off you. I want to turn our three years together into a lifetime of happiness and love and I want to share every moment with you.'

His voice paused for a moment before he squeezed her hand softly. More tears were welling up behind her eyes and Pixie knew that it would only take a few more words to break the fence that held them.

'I know that you hate rings and traditions, that is why I made this necklace for you. I also want you to know that I have your parents' and your oma's permission to ask this,' Mathias spoke before allowing his lungs to be filled by a loading of fresh air. 'So, there's nothing that can stop us now, nothing expect for the unknown. That's why I must know. Pixie, will you marry me?'

The fence was now broken, causing the tears to escape her eyes quicker than they had ever done. The dotted woman had never felt so loved and so protected before as in that moment. The answer was clear, yet the sobs of happiness that left her lips made it nearly impossible for her to say out loud. Pixie nodded with her head quickly before she trusted her voice enough to speak up.

'Yes, yes, yes,' she almost screamed. 'Of course, I'll marry you!'

He stood up very slowly and grabbed her by her waist to pull her in a tight hug. They were both crying at that point, but it was tears of happiness.

'I love you so much,' his voice whispered in her ear.

'Not as much as I love you,' Pixie whispered before they kissed with a passion neither one of them had ever felt before.

That moment was perfect. Nothing could have ever ruined it. Nothing except for the future.