Could We Try Again At Love?
When do we fall in love? How far do we delve in the depths of falling? With the time I have left, I have so many questions and unanswered calls, but if luck would have it....
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May I fall in love with you?
For 400 years, there was a castle. This castle should've rotted with time, yet it stood behind the overgrown plants and towering trees. The vines didn't dare to climb up those walls; it was as if it was frightening to even touch the castle. Nobody dared to step into the court; no mere mortal could. The castle seems bare with its lack of life, but beneath the surface; lurks a creature that has lived without the age of time. A creature that would pass by windows, its appearance undetermined through the foggy tinted windows, and the dim lighting would only cast a shadow on its frame.
The winter is unbearable and ruthless with its harsh winds, the trees frozen in place, and the ground looked like a white canvas, waiting for someone to paint it back to life. Within the forest, a human had struggled through the falling temperatures and cold kisses of the snow; with little effort, her body ceased moving, dropping to her knees and lying against the trees. Her warm breath colored the cold air, and her eyes closed in great tiredness. Her body limped and sore; she was almost a corpse.
Just before her body was consumed by the damp cold, warmth enveloped her body, making her slumber not the last.
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