His love's slender fingers stroked his cheek as she gazed up at him. Her warm honey eyes seemed to glow in the silvery moonlight as her long, brown hair tinged with gold at the ends framed her perfect face. Her fair skin contrasted with the dark blue dress she wore, the color of the night sky between the moment when the sun sinks below the horizon and the moment when the moon rises above the world in its subtle glory. It sparkled like the stars above. The fragrant scent of the flowers around them couldn't even attempt to rival her intoxicating perfume.
"We can't stay together," she whispered in her soft, beautiful voice. It was filled with sorrow, yet so alluringly charming with her American accent. "He'll never allow me to go with you, under any circumstances." Her eyes began sparkling with tears as she clutched tighter to him, as if afraid to let go. "And I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
He swept her up in a gentle hug in the middle of the garden they stood in. His lips softly brushed her ear. "That's why I want you to run away with me," he murmured to her. He knew he would never be able to leave her behind in this terrible relationship that she had never wanted to be a part of. It would break him beyond repair. She didn't deserve to be stuck with the abusive man that she was with. She didn't deserve that at all.
"I want you to come with me back to England and leave him behind. Forever. You'll never see him ever again, and we can be safe. He'll never find us. I'll make sure of that."
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Miscellaneous Prompts
RandomJust some prompts that I make occasionally when I'm bored or when there's a competition. They will generally be short or even not be named at all (although I will try and think of an adequate name for them). Some of them, at the time of publishing...
