Rosemary
Rukon203
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I've been living in the cottage ever since I could remember. My mother took care of me when I was very very young, until she died one day, the day I turned 18. She warned me of the worlds out there, she said I was safer living in the cottage.
The cottage had everything I needed, but I needed something more. Something that I could talk with, interact with and communicate, someone to share the cottage with. I wish for it every night before I go to sleep.
Until one day, I found a boy stranded near the cottage. He was in a strange uniform, with a strange type of weapon. Finally, I had someone else to share the cottage with.
My mother warned me once ," Love can make you stronger, but it can also make you weaker, and in the end Love is what kills you."
Will love kill me too?