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"C'est la vie" (French) - "That's life" or "Such is life." It's often used to express resignation or acceptance in the face of life's ups and downs, similar to sayings like "That's how the cookie crumbles" in English.
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Commented the old man, his eyes fixed on the lonely woman under the spotlight of a street lamp, smoky white clouds puffing their way out of her slightly parted lips. Her eyes sported a pale glint, as she stared into the nothingness of whitey world around her.
She shivered visibly as she continuously struggled to keep her hands from freezing. For standing outdoors in the middle of the winter breakdown in Shelhir she should have known better to come out prepared. Though the cold was bearable you'd never know when it's gonna snow.
Hunched over like an old woman she hugged herself against the chilly gust of wind that past, hiding her naked palms in the warmth of her armpits. Her physique was not one delicate that suited a woman. Those broad shoulders and strong arms were of a man's resemblance. She verbally shivered and her eyes wandered amiss off the hills.
Durogu wondered of how much weight she had been carrying over those shoulders so far. As far as the older male knew, life had always been a test than a treat to her.
"And... what about it?" Sighed the younger not bothering to retreat his gaze. He knew for a fact that his uncle wasn't the biggest fan of her.
He sucked in another hot breath of nicotine that slid down his air pipes, giving him such a warm pleasure, heating his frozen insides.
"Don't you think she is a little too calm for what she is?"
"I don't think she is any different. If we are talking about being solemn like a sea then you should be talking about me first."
"It's not about being solemn Sash. If you think she is a sea, know that she could be the peaceful silence before the first crash of a destructive wave as well."
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A/N: Remember that book that used to be on my profile? The one with the same title and the one with the pretty cover you liked? Yeah, this is it. Its bite-sized version will be here as a part of Saudade for this author has some issues with time management and just giving the f" up🙂👍
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He marched down the cobbled alleyway, an amused grin securing its place among those delicate features of his. Finally, he was to carry some decent news to his master, despite failing numerous times just in the past seven days.
Taking a moment to pity those low lives, he eyed the muscle sacks lying on either side of his way. By examining those deep claw marks peeking through the torn rags, which were now adorning a certain purplish black to them, he could say those were the ones who had thought his master was someone whom they could or should fight. A low mocking chuckle escaped his throat on the thought of how wrong they had taken it. 'After results of meddling with the wrong kind', he muttered to himself, moving ahead.
