freedom

II

21 December 2027
 The date my fate has changed to the worst and best. The unforgettable day where I met him. He who had changed my life. He who gave me shelter aware that he could be betrayed in any second. He was now In profound slumber. His relaxed body was pressed against mine. Unaware of the danger he could be in. My heart raced whilst I looked at him for what seemed to be an eternity. The chamber was hushed to such a degree that I could discern the outside droplets making a splattering impact upon the ground. My breath laborious,constraining my impulse of touching him, His short dark hair touching my face, he doth resembling a sad melancholic prince.

His skin was as pale as a porcelain doll's skin,his eyeslashes as long as fawn's. He is who radited the light that I shall follow until the day that I and he will both perish together,until then I will be serving him as much as I can. The power I hold will forever only be used to protect him, and him only.
Ultimately I had too closed my eyes,Sharing a restful slumber by his side.
After all,he is the embodiment of my world's essence.

The moment I had woken up,anxious to embrace the new day, I was in the dark about what the consequences would be. My eyes had quickly flickered,looking around the room in search for him,however he didn't appear in my view,that had stirred a sense of unease within me, causing my heart to race and my thoughts to whirl with anxiety, I promptly stood up, my breathing quivered. I could have not possibly have lost him. I could not be alone again,he wouldn't, he could not just- leave me like this,alone,helpless. 

I exerted myself to regulate my heart rate, striving to keep it within its typical, steady rhythm whilst In search of him, my gaze roamed aimlessly, scanning for any trace of his silhouette. I had canvassed the entirety of the cottage, but there was no trace of him,like he was gone,like he had dissapeared. He couldn't have possibly betray me so- fast,could he? 

Without warning, a torrent of overwhelming emotions overcame me, and I found myself collapsing to my knees, tears streaming down my face, unable to control the flood of sorrow that had engulfed me,I have had descended into a state of emotional turmoil, my sobs wracking my body uncontrollably, rendering me a disheveled and inconsolable wreck. 

"You should be on the couch,resting." 

His voice, he was here, I. I was not bretrayed after all. With every step he took upon entering, water splattered upon the ground like a miniature rainstorm, the umbrella clutched tightly in his hand offering little refuge, However, the umbrella's feeble attempt to shield him from the elements proved futile, as the relentless rain had already drenched him completely, rendering its protective gesture more symbolic than effective. He had raised his head to finally look at me,our gazes converged, colliding like celestial bodies in the vast cosmos. He had placed the umbrella he was holding into the umbrella stand, then faced me once again,his face bore a peaceful and gentle demeanor, unintentionally, we had drawn so close that only a few centimeters separated us, his hand reached my face..with a gentle touch, he traced my cheek then his hand had darted off again to my glossy lengthy hair,snow white strands blending into a dark hue, using his slim fingers, he tenderly combed my hair, this had prompted me to shut my eyes and incline my head toward the hand touching me.

"Would you like to see my garden?"

My ears perked up as his voice reached my ears, his words had a slow,soft tone to it, a tone that could make me melt into his very own hands. I had nodded my head in approval which caused his face to light up with an unabashed grin, his eyes sparkling with pure delight, as if he had just stumbled upon a treasure trove of happiness. He gently took my hands into his own, guiding me to an unknown room I had never accessed before, turns out that door lead to a greenhouse , a rather large one too.My gaze became completely captivated by the profusion of flowers and plants flourishing in the garden, their vibrant colors and intricate shapes weaving an enchanting tapestry that left me utterly spellbound. I stood there in awe contemplating the amount of time he required to plant everything. 

 My hand being entwined with his, He dashed tirelessly throughout the expanse of the garden, his feet carrying him from one end to the other with an unrestrained exuberance that seemed to infuse every step with an infectious energy as I trailed behind him, mirroring his every move with unwavering loyalty. 

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Eventually his breath got heavier, he began to exhibit signs of weariness, his steps slowing and his once-boundless energy giving way to a growing sense of fatigue. The vitality that had fueled his actions gradually waned, replaced by a noticeable heaviness in his movements, as if the weight of his exertion had settled upon him. He slowly walked towards the exit,but it was not the same as the one we had entered. He approached the door with deliberate intention, his hand extending to grasp the handle. With a measured, purposeful movement, he turned the handle and pushed the door ajar,  grass, we were outside,at the back of the cottage I'm guessing. There was- grass everywhere, He had sat down in the grass beside a rather big tree, He communicated his invitation with a subtle yet meaningful gesture, raising his hand in a graceful motion that beckoned me to take a seat by his side. His eyes met mine briefly, and a silent understanding passed between us. I followed his unspoken cue, lowering myself gracefully beside him, our unspoken connection guiding my every move, I had looked over to him whilst he was making a flower crown,his eyelids were shut but he seemed rather skilled. 

After an extended duration,my head was now laying down on his lap, his fingers moved through my long, silken locks, each strand caressed by his gentle touch as if he were weaving a delicate tapestry of tenderness through my hair,his body had relaxed As he reclined, his back rested against the solid support of the tree situated directly behind him, the rough texture of the bark providing a natural cushion against which he leaned in perfect harmony with the woodland surroundings. 

Today was a rather eventful day I have to say.