I laughed a little at myself. Just a moment ago I saw him. His brillant smile enchanting my every being in no time.
I really don't understand myself. Every day after university I keep coming here. Just to be able to see him. Thought, I don't blend in at all.
The bakery in all it's cute fashion, colours and lovely atmosphere should be the last place I spend my time and here I am, doing it since I was still in high school.
You see, I'm just a woman with no real appeal, dark expression and a habit to be not cute at all. A sharp way to speak with others, not showing any weak spots or soft sides.
I'm afraid to show my true self to someone. Afraid to be a laughing matter. Every day since a young age people keep saying I'm made of ice and stone, cold to the bottom and every time I try and put on a smile they laugh and demand I shouldn't try to cover up myself.
No one tried to look behind the mask I put on. They simply don't want to. My role is writen to be an ice queen.
Over all this years I learnd to accept my fate. I mean, it's not like I have no fans. Many boys and girls admire myself and wanted to be like me.
They can't see the sadness behind it.
The way I am in front of everyone is simply the way no one dares to come close. No one would atempt to hurt me as long as they are intimidated by my attitud.
But.........
At some point I couldn't go back. After so many years, no one believed I could be different then what I showed to them.
I was lifted on a podium all by myself, lonley, without any kind of company.
All my struggling to break free from my role was for nothing!
I felt like Alice, following the white rabbit deep down into the hole.
They wouldn't hear my screems for help, for someone to join me in that high place. I never had the Mad Hater to stay by my side, never had the March Hare to make me laugh...
I tried everything, really, but it wouldn't actually mean anything to them. As long as their world went to their benefit.
I were left alone as the girl everyone 'loved' and 'admired' from the distance and I surendered.
It was easier to meet their expectations and keep it as it was.

But then, one day, I went into that shop just wanting to grap something sweet before returning to the hell I called my life.
There on the counter stood a man clad in bright colours. A hug, cute smile on his freckeled face and a bright pink cupcake in his hands. It seemed quiet fit for a princess with all the pretty dacoratoins like little different coloured sugarhearts and cookieroles. His voice was additive to me with that soft, cheery slightly deep sound.
"Hello poppet. Care for a cupcake?"
I kept looking at him, my breath traped in my chest. The only thing I could do was to nod at his question. He kept his smile while closing his pretty blue-pink eyes a little.
"Do you wish for something else? Coffee or tee?"
I thought for a bit. My brain working pretty slow because of my astonishment. My eyes wanderd to the list of drinks offered to costumers.
"I would like a milk-coffee, please."
He nodded.
"Of course poppet. Just sit down where ever you want. I will be right back with your order."
I nodded, sitting down at a table more in the back to hide from the eyes of others.
Shortly after he came to my spot, presenting me with my order. I looked at the cute little cupcake in front of me. It really looked delicious.
"Just so pretty.....," I mumbled quietly to myself, but of course, he heard it.
"Oh my, thank you. I just made it minutes before you entered. By the way poppet, you look just as beautiful, just like a pretty doll. Care to tell me your name? I'm Oliver Kirkland."
He stood in front of my table looking at my face with that radiant smile of his and waited. I returned the favour and looked at him. My mind simply not giving way for an acurate answer.
"Um...I'm Card.....I mean.....my name is.......Yune Car....delia."
I stuttered badly.
Embaressed of myself I averted my eyes, not being able to turn my gaze at him anymore. He laughed a little, but to my surprise it held no malice to it. He simply laughed.
"What a pretty name. I never heard it before. I often saw you throught the window. It looks like you have a lot of fans."
I turned my eyes down onto the table.
"It.....lookes like that, yes."
He raised an eyebrow.
"May I ask....."
Just at that moment the doorbell rang, showing the arrivel of a new costumer. Oliver narrowed his eyes just a little bit.
"Excuse me poppet, I have to get going."
I nodded and waited for him to leave. Just as he did, I hurried with my coffee and put some money on the table. The bright pink cupcake still in hand I made a quick escape and returned to school.

That's how it is every time since than. I'm going in, Oliver smiles at me and sets my heart on fire.
He takes my order, I sit down and he presents a bright pink cupcake with milk-coffee to me. I always would get the bright ones, never a dark shade of colour. It would be always this beautiful bright colours. On special occasions, like beginning of the holidays or when I looked sad he would give me an especially beautiful one in bright pink. Seriously, he could make me smile with this everytime.
Then he would to talk to me and at some point, mostly when it comes to me and the people surrounding me, I would make my escape in secret.
To be honest, I admire this guy for his every being. This past three years he kept going and never even once lost his darling smile or kindness. He kept going to handle me this way and at some point I had fallen badly for him.
Yes, I love this guy, thought, I don't know a single thing about him. Just that he's a genius at making sweets in varietys, especially cupcakes and he has this wonderful smile and eyes and cute strawberryblond hair. His freckeled face is just the cutest and I love how he is such a fine gentleman....
I'm fawning over him again, but he is everything I wanted to be so badly.

Today is a holiday. The beginning of our spring-vacation. The weather is nice and warm, so I put on a dark-blue dress with light-purple orchids printed on it.
Thin black strips of cloth, tied around my arms and neck, kept the dress up. To match it I also put on a pair of black highheels and light make-up to set my violett eyes as highlight. I let my long black hair fall freely and to round up my style, I'm wearing a silver chain with a small purple rose attached to it around my neck.
I'm quite nervous, thought, it's the first time I'm going to the bakery looking like that. I'm stupid. He could think I'm on my way to a date, but on the other hand......I'm giving to much credit to myself. As if he would care! I'm just a costumer to him, perhapes a regular, but nothing more.....
At first I thought about going back home, but since I already stood in front of the shop...
I sighed and opened the door. The bell above it made a gingeling sound and it was clear that someone showed up. But today it was just me. No other person seemed to be here. That was a real rare sight!
I kept a tight grip on my purse and waited for Oliver to come in from the back. He did and his face lit up to show me that wonderful smile I loved so dearly. He came around the counter and looked into my eyes.
"Hello poppet. What can I get you today? Besides, you truly look lovely this way. Are you out for a date?" I blushed, not knowing what to reply, but then I saw something for the first time ever. Olivers smile seemed forced. His whole face looked as if he bit into a lemon, but tried to hide the fact. I kept looking at him, not sure what was happening, but then I found my voice.
"No. I just felt like wearing this dress today. I haven't got a guy to put it on for."
I spoke in a calm tone, but on the inside I was confused. Why did he care and why did it bother him in such a way? As I made clear that there was no man in my life Oliver's face loosened up greatly. The light came back into his smile and it seemed like it was more bright then ever before.
"Ah, ok poppet. Good to know. So.....what will it be today?"
Other than his mode, my own didn't change one bit. I was still confused. What did he mean?
"I think, I will have a pin......a cupcake and a milk-coffee."
I said to him like always with no smile in my face. I mean, I don't glare at him, hell no! I just can't smile. Sometimes, I think, I have forgotten how to do it. Just the slip of tounge bothered me. It would be rude to ask for a special colour, thought, I always get a pretty pink one. Seriously, my role glued to me like nothing else, but a simple thing like the colour of a cupcake could mean so much to you, if it meant to brake out of it. Even if no one who knows me is around. I can't get me to change the fact. I wanted him to see me as a normal girl which liked cute things the most. Especially he should see me like that!
I made my way to the table in the back. At this point it was like it belonged to me. Every singel day I took this table and even if the shop was well visited, my place was always empty. As if it was reserved just for me.
I made myself comfortable as I heard a clicking sound in the front. Oliver stood in front of the door and was holding a key. He switched the open sight to closed and pushed a button on the wall to blend the windows so no one could look inside. After he did this he looked my way. I couldn't believe what I saw. HE IMPRISONED ME!
I gulped. Now I couldn't get out of here!
"What are you doing?!"
I shouted at him and panicked.
At this time I stood up and made myself ready to fight just in case I needed to.
What was he going to do with me? What......
"Poppet. You leave me no choice. Through this three years I tried so badly to speak with you. I really did everything, but you keep running away from me."
He went to the counter and carried a tabled with two cups, a pot of coffee, milk and different coloured cupcakes in my direction. Two were pink, one had a mixture of blue and pink, one was a bright shade of yellow and the last one was a deep violett. He put it down on the table, the pink pieces shifted to my side on the little hill of sweets and the dark one on the bottom, as if he didn't want it to be eaten just now. He set himself in front of me. I gulped, my body trembled in slight fear.
What was that all about?
He run a hand throught his hair, then he filled the cups with the brown liquid and milk. It was my daily order for sure.
"Please poppet, just relaxe. Now, I really don't want to harm you. I promise."
His words got to me. I tried to calm down and set myself in the same spot I was before, but a little bit more on edge.
He sighed deeply and looked at me, his eyes held a serious look to them.
"As I said, this past years I tried very hard to get to know you, but you kept running away. So I thought this was the only way to get you to speak with me without you running away. I'm really sorry to use such an option, but I had no other choice to keep you here. I investigeted were you went to school and such. My little brother was going there with you. His name is Allen and..... "
I choked on the sip of coffee I just took.
"Ehhhhh, your brother is that stupid bag of...."
"Poppet, no swearing. I really hate it."
I claped my hands above my month. Wupps! Notice for me, don't use bad words in front of him. I don't really like how.....mad.....he lookes at that.
I gulped strongly.
"Sorry about that. I will remember it," I said quietly and he just smiled at me again.
I tried a new.
"So, Allen is your little brother? Excuse me, but that must be a joke."
He just laughed and looked at me.
"I know. We are quite the opposide to each other in any possible way."
I nodded. That's true, I would have never guessed.
"Back to the topic poppet. I asked him about you and tried to learn something more since I couldn't get you to tell me personally and so he told me what he knew and I must say, I didn't know what to think about it."
He looked at me again and seemed quiet sad. I darted my eyes in another direction and shook my head lightly to the sides.
"So you know about my.....reputation."
He nodded.
"Yes, he told me about it. I have to say, it sounds.....sad..... Why do you keep it that way? It must be so lonley."
I looked down. He was right. I'm lonley. And here I was desperatly trying to hide it from him.
I shook my head again, running my hands trough my hair in frustration and messing it up a little. All for nothing.
I sighed and tried to look at his face. His gaze was set on me, looking sad all along.
"I.....yes, it's true."
I shut my eyes and claped my hands together. I took a deep breath, then I told him all about myself. The whole story about what happened in all this years and how they pushed me to keep up with my role. About all it did to me. As I came to the point where I was at his shop for the first time I blushed a little. Should I tell him how I feel? And why did he care for me this much? Should I read something into it or was he just kind enough to worry for his regular? I really didn't know what to do, but he took it upon himself to make the decision.
"Poppet. May I ask you why you keep coming to my shop? Why did you get here every day even if you knew you would run away at some point?"
I looked up. His eyes looked straight at me with a playful, sneaky hind to them which made me gulp. He traped me. I couldn't look away from him and simply stared in his hypnotic eyes.
"Because......," I wispered quietly, embaressed and shyly to no end.
"Because I like you. You smiled at me so bright and open. I didn't feel like the ice-girl. I.......I was addicted to you, because I felt like a normal girl. I ran away so you wouldn't learn about what I used to be like. I wanted you to see me as a normal woman."
At this point my face held probably 90 percent of the blood in my whole body. It felt so hot, I thought, I was going to faint at any secound. Oliver chuckled quietly and put a hand on his cheek.
"Well, that failed. From the first time I laid my eyes on you, you were special to me and the fact that you kept running from me made you all the more interesting. Poppet. What du you mean with addicted? Please be more specifical about that. I need to know."
He leaned in a bit and made me hold my breath. His gaze turned to something I never saw and couldn't lay a finger on, but I knew I had to tell him. No way backing out now.
"At some point........you.......you had me.......falling....for you. Badly at that."
I studdered embaressed. I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore and kept my eyes on my cup. My head was spinning and I felt light-headed. This was all to much and.....
I squeeked. Something soft and warm was brushing against my lips and a warm hand placed on my cheek. I could smell the faint scent of sweets and a little bit of aftershave.
Oliver had stood up from his place and came to me. He leaned forward and placed one of his legs at the side of my legs. On the other side was a wall so he kept me in place. His hand held my face up so he had good access to my lips. He kissed me. Softly, warm and lovingly. I was buffed. For the first moments I couldn't move a finger, but as it came to me what happened I put my hands softly and carefully on his chest, kissing him back. His other hand found it's way to my waist and caressed me simply over my dress. I sighed in content. Yes, all my nerves laid bar, but this feeling was so new and wonderful I had no time to think at all.
He backed away far to early for my liking and I opened my eyes to look at him. Almost sad about loosing his warmth which he gave me along with my very first kiss. He simply smiled at me and now caressed both my cheek and my waist.
"Poppet, just to be acurate. I also fell for you. Would you do me the honour and be my little cupcake and mine alone?"
I simply nodded, not being able to say a single word. He smiled at me lovingly, but.....this time, it seemed far more mature.
In a sudden case of craving another cupcake I reached for the violett one, which was now free to grap, since I ate both pink and the blue-pink one to keep calm through our little talk.
The next moment Oliver shifted his arm and made the plate with the two last cupcakes fall to the ground. I squieked in surprise, looking at the shards of glass and ruined sweets. Oliver, on the other side showed no hind of surprise. He looked.....content, as if it was planed. I looked at him.
"Oliver, what.....?"
He smiled at me.
"Wuuuups, what a mistake poppet. I will clean up the mess quickly and give you another one. Just wait a moment please. I don't want you to hurt your feet."
I nodded and waited for him. What was that about? It really looked like he wanted it to fall.....but why?
I couldn't get it, but when he returned to me with a bunch of bright pink cupcakes I forgot all about it.
I attemted to make room for him, but as he finished cleaning the shards of glass, he put it to the side and then he simply took me from the chaire and set me down on his lap. I blushed madly. No one ever did that to me. Never! So this was all new to me and I had a hard time to get used to it. Oliver just smiled at me and pulled my head softly to him. He kissed me a secound time, then laid my head against his chest so he could caress my hair. I got along with it gladly. I felt protected and warm. It was really pleasant. Ollie then held something in front of me. It was a paper with a beautyful handwritng on it. I looked at him, but he just kept shining like the sun herself .
"I wrote it for you, my little cupcake. Please, could you read it out loud?"
I nodded and blushed again. Never had someone done anything like that for me. I kept my eyes on the paper and started to read it out loud.

"Let the world be what it be,
you don't need to care.
Your heart is broken like a mirrow. It's shards are made of tears.
You feel the pain, you feel the wrath.
I know it just for sure.

The light is gone and darkness keeps you in her arms. Her face just like a mother's smile, so calm, so warm, so loving.

You try to stand.
You try to breath.
You try to laugh and live.

My love, I know, I feel and see you. Your soul is leaving me.

Please, dont take your life from me.
I try and try, to call you,
try and try to touch you.
I try to reach you, just you wait.
I will never let you fall.

Close your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.
No one will see you, see you, see you now.
Take your time, your time, your time all to your self.
The world is spinning, spinning, spinning round and round.
You're safe, here, in my arms.
Until the end of time.

Dream your dream, dream, dream. Make it a beautyful night.
Here in my arms, you will be safe, safe, safe until the end of time.

Dear, do you here my voice?
It tells you about a world, full of dreams and warmth and love.
Dear, do you see?
I'm there for you, be with you every time, so just you wait.
I will be here, trought to the night.
Until the end of time.

Dear, can you feel me, feel me, feel me now?
I will be always by your side.
Until the end of time.
Until the end of time."

At the time I finished tears burnt within my eyes. I felt happy, but at the same time I couldn't hold them back at all. After such a long, lonley time I felt truly loved and wanted.
"Thank you Oliver, thank you for waiting and keeping a hold on me. I don't know how I could repay you."
He laughed a bit and kissed my head. Then he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up.
"Smile. I just want to see you smile. That's my wish from the very beginning, poppet."
And I smiled. After such a long time I smiled at him with all my heart, reciving a kiss at the next moment to seal the silent promise. I would smile for him and it would always belong to him.

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Ok, so, this is my first time to put something like that on. I would love to hear your opinion on this and if you have tips to improof my writing, please, feel free to talk to me. I have to say, I'm not the best in english, but I try hard to improof on that. If I make any serious mistakes, tell me, I would be glad about it.

Especially this songtext means a lot to me, so please tell me your opinion about it. I made it myself and so I love it really much.

Secoundly I want to make this a little book, so I would really like you to make requests.

Thank you guys.
Ich liebe euch!
♡YuneKirkland♡