A Rushed Valentine

He moved swiftly through the corridors of the Castle that Never was, hoping to find the object of his interest. He had checked the kitchen, the garden, and even his room, but it was nowhere to be found. This one object would validate two months of planning, saving, and sleepless nights. But, if he could not find it by the end of night, it would all have been for naught. He scolded himself internally for putting it in his right pocket, knowing full well of the hole at the bottom of it.

Only a few hours left to find it, he was gritting his teeth, hoping that for once, it wouldn't be the last place he checked. He walked into his friend's room, and there it was, right on the the desk. It shined brilliantly, the single star in this Nobody's night sky, that would make it all worth it, he just had to do it right. He picked it up, placing it in his left pocket, and making his way to her room. He knocked on the door three times, and waited for a response.

The door creecked open, and Xalkat prepared himself.