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There was once a scared girl, lost in a world she knew nothing of. People passed her by, gave her dirty looks, and did their best to ignore her. She didn't mind it much; she admired the solitude, and isolation. She became a lone wolf of sorts, if a lone wolf was apprehensive of its surroundings.

She was held captive in her own world.

Fear paralyzed her one particular night, when she thought about her life: how empty it felt, how little she felt of herself, and how she felt she was utterly and hopelessly lost in a place that couldn't care less about her. Her heart shook with every sob, and her cheeks were raw from the tears streaming endlessly down them. Something stirred in her, and it told her things would be better if everything was suddenly quiet.

The thought scared her, yet she craved the silence. The intrusive suggestions only forced her to take action. Wearing a tee and sweats, she ran barefoot into the pouring rain, and found herself entering dense forest near the house she lived in.

Mud stuck to her bare feet, and freezing rain soaked her clothes; icy chills entered her bones, and it felt like Death himself was running his delicate finger down her spine, trying with her like she a daisy between his thumb and pointer, and he was twirling her round and round.

Her heart thudded against her ribs, stopping and starting in irregular beats. All warmth had left her. Panic took over her blood, and she felt static with it. She would never see the light of day again. She wouldn't even be able to make it out of the woods. She was going to perish amongst ancient evergreens and porous moss, being forever lost and alone.

At least here, amongst the trees, she felt a sense of peace. Like it had been calling to her all along, and it was only now, in a time of crisis, that she heard the invitation.

Deciding there was no point in fighting the lurking end, she laid down on a bed of moss. As she shivered, her bones aching, she invited the freezing rain to take the little warmth she felt she had. Closing her eyes, she invisioned what it would be like to meet whoever ran the afterlife.

Everything fell to numbness. She could no longer hear or feel the rain. There was no wind, and no storm, and no moss. No mud stuck to her feet, and no sticks tangled her hair.

She felt a gentle hand on her head, fingers running themselves softly against her scalp.

She heard singing. It was a man's, deep and velvety, singing in a language she didn't know, yet she was taken in by their grace and beauty.

Slowly, her eyes opened. She laid in the arms of a being more beautiful than the definition of beauty. She'd never known a being that could be described with such striking features, but she'd read stories about creatures so beautifully constructed, that were described by mortals in inhuman, and angelic.

Dark mid igjt hair fell over his shoulders, and when his mossy green eyes met hers, she could see mountains in them: fields of gold and trees of emerald, water so clear that the rocks and fish looked like they could be scooped up and held tenderly. In his eyes were love and admiration, and a sense of complete understanding and knowing. She was looking into the eyes of somebody she knew like the back of her hand, like the scars on her skin.

"Good morning, my Dearest," he whispered. His voice was ingrained into her brain the second she heard it, and she craved to hear it again. "You've slept well?"

Words evaded her. Embarrassment rushed to her cheeks. "I... Yes," she stammered. "I do feel rested."

He held her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing her cheekbone. "You were chilled. From the rain, when I found you." His deep eyes held worry for his love. "If you wanted to see me, you could have simply asked."

It was then, she knew immediately the man who held her. "Silvius." Pointed ears poked through his midnight hair. She caught a glimpse of golden shimmering wings coming from his back. She knew he was mistaken for an angel, but that he was of elven blood. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

His arms tightened around her. "No need to apologize. I should have visited you sooner." His lips gently kissed her forehead. "But I am glad you are here with me now. Your world is behind you. My world is welcoming you with open arms."