He emerged from the shadows, a creature born from the depths of darkness and the very essence of destruction. Nameless, without family, his existence shackled by an unyielding fate that decreed a life steeped in anguish and torment. A prisoner in th...
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In the tranquil embrace of silence, Alora and Silas found themselves seated by the glittering pool, their feet gently submerged in the shimmering waters. Alora's head rested tenderly against Silas's shoulder, finding a serene sanctuary in his presence.
Silas, in this moment, remained as still as the quiet night, fearing any movement might disrupt the fragile tranquility they shared. He had always imposed upon himself the restraint of not intruding on her personal space.
"Silas," Alora's voice, barely above a whisper, called out, the sound delicate as a butterfly's wing. Her eyes met his, her gaze a soft plea.
"Yes?" Silas looked down at her, his eyes reflecting the moonlight's gentle glow.
"Thank you," she uttered, her lips curling into a gentle smile.
Silas couldn't help but clench his jaw, a quiet storm of emotions swirling within. His voice, when it finally emerged, held a deep intensity. "Don't thank me."
Alora, ever observant, couldn't help but notice the faint undercurrent of anger in his words. She gazed up at him, her inquisitive eyes locking onto those pools of darkness, which, despite their intensity, had always been warm and tender towards her. But now, they harbored anger, leaving her bewildered.
"Why?" Alora questioned, her voice laced with curiosity. She needed to understand the source of his sudden ire.
"When you thank me," Silas confessed, his voice a barely audible murmur, "I feel distant. I feel we're not close."
Alora's eyes widened, and in that serene cave, her response burst forth like a fresh spring bubbling up from the depths. Her sweet giggles, like a musical cascade, filled the silence around them.
Silas listened to her laughter with a sense of quiet satisfaction. He cherished those moments when he could make her laugh and smile, finding himself captivated by the sheer beauty of her happiness. Her smiles could indeed blind him, but he realized that he would gladly choose to be blinded by her radiant joy rather than possess sight but be unable to witness those smiles.
"Then it would feel like I am taking you for granted," Alora replied, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Laughter had left droplets of tears clinging to her lashes.
Silas gently stroked her cheeks, his touch tender as he wiped away the remnants of her tears. His eyes, dark and intense, focused on her soft, pink lips.
"Will you?" he whispered, his voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate in the intimate space between them.
Alora, ever the picture of curiosity, tilted her head in confusion. Silas couldn't help but smile; he had come to notice that she often did that when something puzzled her.
"What?" she asked, her eyes searching his, for answers.
"Take me for granted?" he inquired, not needing to wait for her response.
