I met her as we watched the firework show, its light illuminating her as I looked on. I was entranced by her face.
Her almond-shaped eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, her softly peach lips glistening as she smiled and looked back at me. She had what I would describe as a perfect cupid's bow. Her face was touched by her coal hair as the wind blew and she walked towards me.
She was as beautiful as Psyche was described to be, and still is.
I talked to her, thinking that that would be the only reason I loved her, but no. The more I got to know her, the more I loved her.
Though her face may be comparable to that of a goddess', her personhood is much more than I could've ever asked for.
Now, as we've spent our years together, we marry under the same lights we met.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
