I didn't continue the story the night of that day. We both had a weird..thing. However, we continued the story the day that followed.
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"Roger I..I wanna tell you a secret. But please, please don't think I went crazy", said Gwen one day when she and Roger were sitting in a cafe, "Tell me", he said and held her hands that were on the table. "Roger..Roger i saw a fairy. It's real Roger. A real fairy. Green dress, black hair and brown eyes", said Gwen trying to sound as sane as she could to Roger. Roger looked at her, half believing half not, then said, "Where? What did she say?", "In the chamber. She said nothing", she replied, then added, "Roger that window..there's something strange about it..wanna go?", "Sure thing", said Roger with a smile.
They both went to university's library (they could go whenever..prince's privilege), down to the chamber. They went directly to the window..that once seemed useless. "Wait for it..you'll see something like..magical dust", said Gwen hoping what she said appears, she doesn't want to look like a crazy pal, nor look like a liar. "Here it comes!", the dust appeared, as she claimed. "Gwen, no offense but..i can't see anything", said Roger trying as hard as he could not to sound as though he was accusing her by lying. Gwen turned towards him, held his head in both her hands then, "Roger. Roger I'm not hallucinating. I saw magical lighting dust each time i come here. With or without you. I know what i see. And yesterday..Roger yesterday i literally saw a fairy. Long green dress decorated with leaves, short black hair, brown eyes, big brown eyes-", "Gwen Gwen. You don't have to", "You don't think i'm crazy, do you?", " I don't. And even if you were, i want to spend my life out of my mind with a masterpiece like you, Gwen". She smiled, he gazed her eyes and knew she wanted to let out a tear or so, but she didn't. They both started closing their eyes slowly as they..slowly placed there lips on each others. They pulled back then Gwen tuned back to the window, "I wonder what this window hides", she said. Then whispered, "Hopefully..magic".
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The Window
FantasyMagic is found by those who believe in it. My wife and daughter proved this to me. But will i be able to break hate's wall and go the magical land? I'm Robert Edwards and I will tell you a story that was written with a magical pen. A story of a wind...