Path 3: Tilli, Chapter 4: Part 2

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       Before she had gone too far into the hallway, she heard the frog following after her, calling for her to stop. "Wait! Let me go with you, please! I can't do it, I can't do it, she'll never let me be happy. I'll get kicked out for good this time."

        Stopping, she turned and crouched, careful of her dress, holding out her hand as he hopped into it, placing him on her shoulder and walking along carefully. "Hold on now, okay? I don't want to drop you, it might hurt and you're such a nice creature."

         "I owe you many thanks, maybe a favor, but for now... Just thank you, I can't marry a shrew."

          "But I thought you loved her."

           "I didn't. Love is blind, as they say."

            "But... Is she really a shrew? I don't think she could be, not when you thought you loved her like you did. How can you just change your mind? I don't understand."

             "It's like this... You know how you can love a parent, yes?"

             "Well... I suppose so, it's been a long time since I've seen my father."

              "If you love your parent, you love them without question, but if you have an awful parent, let's use your father as an example, you realize you don't love him and that's how it is."

               "I think I'm beginning to understand. You don't love them, but you thought you did and it was one large illusion?"

                 "Exactly! Yes, you've gotten it!"

                  "Could you... Actually tell me your name if we're to travel together?"

                  "Oh, yes, of course. May name is Heinrich."

                  "Well, Heinrich, let's open this door and see where it leads us, yes? It might lead to my sisters, and maybe someone you would like to marry."

                   "Then it's settled. Let's open this door."

                   Turning the flashlight off, as there was a significant amount of light in the room they were entering from underneath the door, Tilli opened it, turning the flashlight off.

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