She was drawn the beautiful things in life and unfortunately so was he, that is probably why he felt so drawn to her.
She is gentle caring and afraid of the dangers in life.
He is cold harmful and bound to break her apart.
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She sat down infront of her vanity mirror braiding her hair into one braid as he sat on the arm chair reading a book.
She took the scarf that was gifted to her from her grandmother and put it into a triangle shape before putting it on her head and tying it.
He looked over and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What's up with the look." He asked as she turned around.
"The scarf was a gift from my grandmother, and I happen to come from polish and Russian ancestry which you wouldn't have known since you know nothing about me." She crossed her arms with a stern look on her face.
"Well I come from Norwegian and Czech ancestry and according to my brother a tiny bit of Moroccan from my fathers side."
"And how would he know that?" She asked in curiosity, "It was said that my grandmother had an affair with a Moroccan man and got pregnant with his child." She covered her mouth trying to contain her laughter.
"Interesting story but I'm going berry picking in the forest!" She got up grabbing the basket that was next to her.
"You sure there's no wolves or anything dangerous in the forest?" He asked concerned and worried.
"If there were my father would've tamed them already, he has an obsession with wolves and big wild animals."
She walked out and ran downstairs going to the kitchen and getting anything she needed and went outside.
She skipped and hummed through the grass until she finally reached the metal fence and went through the door that was covered with moss and leaves and went into the forest.
She kept humming and singing songs to herself while walking around, she hadn't been here in a while so there was probably so many new berries.
She spotted bright red berries in a bush and walked towards it holding the basket infront of her ready to put them in it.
She picked them and put them in her basket and kept looking around for more, she had picked quite a few and the bottom of her basket was covered by them.
