“Arthur, what did you wish for?”
________________ was leaning her upper body over the edge of the old wishing well, her short legs dangling in the air as she watched the ripples spread out on the water’s surface.
“That’s a secret, ________________,” he said.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “You know the saying: if you tell someone your wish, it won’t come true.”
_______________ shook her head. “No, I don’t think you need to keep it a secret to make it come true. Maybe I can help you.”
“Alright, why don’t you tell me what you wished for?” he asked.
“That’s a secret, Arthur,” ________________ replied.
Arthur cracked a smile. “How predictable.”
“It’s only because you can’t help me with my wish so I’m not going to tell you!”
“Fine, fine!” Arthur quickly said holding up his hands in defense. “I’ll keep my wish a secret, and you can keep yours.”
“Deal,” ______________ smiled.
Arthur sighed. “Shall we go now? It’s getting dark.”
“Yeah, we should go.”
_____________ went ahead. She was always full of an energy Arthur couldn’t comprehend. He could never understand how she was able to stay like that: always so cheerful and open-minded to her everyday surroundings. Arthur’s family might have been strong in the magic arts, but _____________ had a magic of her own—a magic that even he could possibly never hope to master.
That is why… he thought.
“Arthur! I’ll race you back home!” _______________ called out to him from a few meters away.
“That’s not fair!” Arthur shouted. “You’re ahead of me, and you’re faster!”
______________ stuck out her tongue. “That’s why you need to hurry up!”
“Bother…” he mumbled and started to pick up his pace. When his friend saw that he was coming after her, she laughed and began to sprint down the hill. He knew just as much as she did that she would beat him, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her out of his sight.
That is why you can’t help me with my wish, _____________...
…because I don’t have the right to tamper with your heart.
You could feel the small weight of your coins hitting against your leg as you walked up the hill. Many years had passed, and the old wishing well had grown weathered with age. Moss grew around the rocks, and slimy green algae could be visibly spotted creeping along the insides of the rim. Even so, you had never passed an opportunity to pay a visit to this place whenever you returned here.
It’s just a selfish desire, you thought with a sad smile. Something as foolish as my wish will never come true. Arthur deserves better, someone smarter, someone prettier.
You kicked a stray pebble and watched it tumble down the knoll.
No. I don’t have a chance. Arthur wouldn’t choose someone me.
By now, you had reached the edge of the well and had taken out a single coin. You couldn’t be sure if the coins were ever collected, but there had to be a high possibility that you had contributed at least half the coins this lonely well received.
“Lucky well,” you said aloud. “You don’t have to worry about wishes. You can listen to the desires and dreams of everyone else without a care in the world. Even if they never come true, no one will blame you. Some things are impossible, after all.”
On that note, you moved your hand over the mouth of the well and dropped the coin inside. As always, you were never able to hear the coin hitting the bottom. It must have been a deep well.
You took a deep breath.
“If you say it aloud to someone, it won’t come true,” a familiar voice said.
You jumped and turned around.
“A-Arthur!” you gasped. “What are you still doing here? I thought you left town…”
Your old childhood friend shrugged. “I thought I’d pay a visit to this place since I was in the area.” Then, he took out a coin and dropped it into the well like his normal routine. Like your coin, you couldn’t hear the sound of anything splashing against the water.
“Huh,” you said. “Is there something you’re wishing for?”
“You could say that,” your friend replied.
Bemused, your crossed your arms. “But you can’t tell me because then it won’t come true.”
“And neither can you from what I’ve gathered,” Arthur responded.
This made you laugh. “So none of our wishes have come true.”
“I suppose not.”
“Funny how that works out.”
“Indeed,” Arthur nodded.
You smiled. “But you know, I’m glad you’re here. Call it wishful thinking, but I was hoping I’d see you one last time before I left.”
Right after saying that, you noticed your friend was looking a little red around his cheeks. It was a chilly day, after all. Perhaps he was cold.
“Er, Arthur, do you want to find a place to get some tea?” you asked. “You don’t look so well.”
“Oh, no, I’m fine, ____________,” he insisted. “I was just…You surprised me when you said that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Said what?”
“That you were…” He paused to clear his throat. “That you were hoping to see me.”
“Really?” you chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No! It’s a fantastic thing!”
“Fantastic?” you repeated.
Arthur cursed. “Bloody hell, the more I talk, the worse I make things.”
“I think you were always like this,” you laughed. “But that’s why I love you so much.”
“Wait…Did that seriously come out of my mouth?” you asked, horrified. “O-Oh…Pretend you didn’t hear that! You didn’t hear anything, got it?”
Arthur staggered a little away from you. “______________, there’s no need to get so flustered. I don’t mind.”
Of course you don’t mind, you miserably thought. That’s because my feelings are insignificant to you.
“But…” he spoke up, his voice cracking slightly. “If you’re still willing to get some tea with me, I’m still free on the offer.”
“I-I…” you stammered. “Sure. We can still go.”
This made Arthur smile. “I’d race you down the hill, but I’m not as energetic as I used to be. Why don’t we just go together?”
You nodded. “Together is fine.”
Then, unexpectedly, you felt something soft and warm curl around your fingers. When you looked down, you noticed Arthur had taken your hand in his and had already begun leading the way.
Ever the gentlemen, you thought, amused.
“Want to know something, _____________?” Arthur suddenly said as the two of you walked farther way from the well.
“What?” you answered in a distant voice. You could hear your friend softly chuckling to himself.
“I don’t think I’ll be making anymore wishes.”
You blinked. “Why—? Hold on, is it because it came true?”
Much to your annoyance, Arthur held a finger up to his lips.
“It’s a secret, ______________.”