They say everytime a leaf falls a person takes their last breath.
Me, I don't believe in things I can't see. I'm the type of person who laughs at the ghost hunters. Its funny how much I've changed. If you knew who I am and who I was, you wouldn't believe I'm the same person.
You can blame him for that.
He changed my whole world.
Literly.
I guess you could say, he sayed my life, and the life of our people.
I smile to myself as I lean against the old oak tree. My straight red hair blowing in the warm summer breeze.
Hes the reason I am what I'm supose to be.
I fell something soft fall in my hand as I open my eyes. My gold eyes start to tear up when I see the red rose laying there.
He always gave me roses. Darick
I jump to my feet and look around.
The garden quite, the palace empty. No one in sight. My tear falls down, dripping on the fresh rose
"Your still here," I whispered.
The wind blows in my hair, moving to my face. I felt a soft brush, like a kiss, against my forehead. It sent tingles over my skin as I recognised those lips.
Darick.
"Always," the wind whisled.
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Falling leaves
Fantasy"Who are you"? I asked His eyes stayed steady, watching my every move. "Darick, my name is Darick." He said. I ignored the way his pink lips moved in harmony while he spoke. My mind racing, my thoughts cramped in my head. "What are you," i asked. "A...
