“He followed the path he had always traveled to see her, his heart burdened greatly by the words he needed to say. He would never be able to be with her truly. She would never be able to live with him in Thalia. She was much too different. In silence, he reminded himself that her differences had always been what drew him to her. He would never forget the first day he saw her. Her blood stained hands, the fright in her eyes, and most of all, he remembered what she had said to him before he had left her there. Why? she had said. Staring at the ground as he walked, he shook his head to dispell the memories. He had done all he could for her that day, and against all odds, she was still alive and with him now.
The rays of the sun struck him, warming the side of his face and announcing his arrival at the clearing. His gaze wandered nonchalantly from the ground as he began to survey the land in search of her. To his great surprise, she was standing there, fitted head to toe in the ivory gown that he had brought for her and she had rejected. Her hair was pinned up on the sides, the rest loose and dangling upon her shoulders and neck. The evening sun struck her face, casting a golden glow across her normally alabaster skin and the tiniest of snow flakes gathered around her. He stood stunned, his feet unable to bring him any closer to her than he already was. He could not seem to shake the chills that engulfed his body, his heart wrenching in agony as he attemped to gain control.
She turned to face him, the folds of her dress caressing the rocks beneath her. She wanted him to take her in completely before ending the magical moment. It had taken everything out of her to cross her stubbornness and cover herself with the clingy fabric he had given her. Her body ached with protest even though she could see how much he liked the dress on her. She did not want to change, but if she had to in order to remain in his company, then she would unwillingly appease him on occasion."
Wow.. I didn’t mean to include such a long excerpt from my book.. It sort of just happened. .’ And since my mother asked me what significance the white stuff had, I’d better let you know that the white stuff is supposed to be snow.. I know it sucks.. and I’m sorry.
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