Prolouge

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She sat at the clif, her lengthy black hair swaying softly in the wind. she stared out into the stars of the night. her fragile mind still adjusting to its surroundings, He watched her, he refused to even blink, for he was afraid she could shatter if his gase was averted from her, for even a milisecond. She brushed a hair behind her ear and stood up. She was about to turn to him, but he was already there, his comforting and inviting arms embracing her softly. She smiled, for he was her only sense of pure joy in this world. He rested his chin on top on her head and smiled himself.
"Hey," he whispered to her
"Yes...?" She asked.
He walked around in front of her and gently kissed her, resting his hands on her waist.

Even if the world forbayed it he would never let her go.
He would never let her shatter.
He would never pull her pettles.
She was his whisper in the dark wind.

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