We could see her as she walked down. Her perfectly straight hair fell down past her hips. She was draped in what seemed to be well loved jeans and a shirt along with an aged hat. Notheless, she was still the most beautiful creature we had every seen. Different from others and not afraid to show it.
Wordlessly, she passed us and the harem of girls—making her way to what I assume is the stables. Marcus and I chuckled quietly to ourselves, only one girl could make our black hearts turn red and smiles appear and that was her. Our little angel.
So different we were, different lives and different personalities yet somehow... we knew it would all end how it should. Even if we look up at the same stars and see different things, she'd always be there. Whether in mind or body, there was no way she could leave.
And if any thoughts are different from her, our little angel will have to keep quiet. Because no way in hell will we let her go. Ever.
-M̶̷̲̅
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