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Tristian Andrews, a man who has all to much to say. A man who's fate is tied by one single red thread, a thread that has him bound to his soulmate. His soulmate is the being the gods fated him to be with for all eternity, for even death shall not undo the thread, as once told they are bound at birth. Even if connected by a single string, that strand of velvet red is not seen by the eye of its person. It is invisible, it floats silently whilst bringing two people together. But with Tristian's luck he is bound to a person polar opposite to him. She is a person who keeps to herself, she is as cold as the arctic itself. But as naive as a rabbit who doesn't seem to care to approach the wolf. While in reality she fights a constant battle. Her life is running low on time, and her health disintegrates as the days pass.
Tristan Andrews
Cherry blossoms and peaches, the scent was so prominent it was hard to miss. The aroma was a pleasant smell, It was intoxicatingly sweet. The specific smell blended in with the odor of coffee beans and tea. But the aroma wasn't coming from an object sitting in the cafe, it was coming from a person. The feminine perfume drifted through the calm cafe. It swirled and danced in the air, leaving trails of fragrance behind it. And then came the pounding in my ears from the racing of my heart. My heart beating so fast it seemed to be in a game of chase with my breathing. My insides turned in place as my eyes searched the cafe for the scent of fragrance that had drifted through the air no less then a minute ago. My eyes scanned the crowd of people who waited in lines for their drinks, through the booths and tables packed with individuals. Variations of people had crowded the shop. But as I looked further back into the cafe, a women had sat reading her book in the back corner of the room. She seemed to be indulged in her book as she moved pieces of fallen hair from her face. And then she looked up, and directly at me.