She was moving. She was part of the air. She was the breath that gave life to one. She was the heart and soul.
Her glossy brown waves fell carelessly in around her face. The bitter January wind hardly affected her. At last, she was finally free.
All too soon, though, she was returned to him.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
