as you grip Anastasia’s wrist, she struggles to pull you up onto the balcohy, as usual, she had thin jelly arms. She lets out a huff and suddenly hoists you up into the balcony and you fall onto your chest with a thud, her eyes widen and she instantly crouches down next to you, checking your face for scrapes

’are you okay..?’

she asks, her voice as soft and tender as an angel, her gorgeous blonde hair blowing in the wind

Her name was ’anastasia Kingswood’ a name everyone could recognise. And her father,’Benjamin Kingswood’ was a famous politician and a multi millionaire.

You could say she had the perfwct life. She was extremely rich, got whatever she wanted, lived in a castle, had a massive group of friends, maids and chefs for every occasion, gorgeous soft blonde hair and perfectly blue eyes which shone in the sunlight, but the thing she loved the most was you

You simply worked in her mansion as a gardener, your dad worked in the kitchen as a chef. You stayed in the massiv garden of the mansion in the scratching sun, sometimes cleaning the pool and sometimes watering the crops, it was whatever Benjamin ordered you to do.

The secret is, Anastasia is in love with you, deeep deep love, she always said she was you soulmate and that you were meant to be, despite your contrasting roles.

Every night once it hit 9pm she would help you from the garden and onto her balcony for your secret meetings, you would laugh and chat all night until the sun rose, ate snacks or just cuddled, it was great but extremely risky. If her father found out you and your father would be fired and kicked out and you’d probably end up on the streets, which wouldn’t be good.