I saw her in the moment, but in a blink of the eye she was gone.
Hair like sun rays on a bright spring morning, pale oval face against the brght silhouette of the moon.
At last I had found my one and only
But she was gone
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My dress, no rags, were filled with ashes. I knelt kindling a fire against the hot cinders. Shrieks and orders were carried out upstairs. They came down to me, floating around my head. I put them in order, picked myself up, and set to work.
The Prince was holding a ball for all maidens throughout the kingdom. As I scrubbed the heel-scratched wooden floors I took a glimsp at myself in the water. I didn't think the Prince would want a half black-sooted girl covered in dirt.
Without giving a second thought about the ball, i countinued on with my work.
But the longing was still there
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A/N: I know, I know, I cannot write * ^ *
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The Journey of Life
Short Story'Sometimes, you have to let people go. Everyone who is in your life are meant to be in your journey, but not all of them are meant to stay.' - unknown a collection of short stories
