Foxgloves Bloom Back Home

Foxgloves Bloom Back Home

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Aug 1, 2021<5 mins
An infamous writer who brings life to adventure and fantasy seems to avoid romance like a plague, but his mastery in world-building doesn't stop the people from wondering and demanding. Despite his damned first name, Wynn Fräunt doesn't believe in love, he couldn't and he didn't want to, so how could he write something borne from a miracle he cannot experience? Feeling the pressure of creating such humane complexity, and desperately wanting the raise that came with a successful project, he goes on to find what it meant to "love" by observing people, books, films, anything, and everything. He comes to a stalemate, however, and chooses to go back home to his family's farm, where he first held a pen and paper. His efforts turn up fruitless, or so he thought until one sleepless night of strolling across their fields showed him maybe there were other ways to love.
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One of the most painful things on earth is to lose a loved one. Whether in death or heartbreak. It's a pain different from all others. You feel every burn, every ache, your senses awaken, and greedily await a memory to sip in and then wreck your entire being. She took everything. His Light. His Heart. His Soul. It had no end. For years it went on like it would never end. But, it did. Just in passing, a normal day, a day like every other, but it was the day, his heart danced truly and his chest tighten as if a fierce wind had passed by, blending with his soul, leaving a suffocating feeling in his chest, a choking sensation in his throat, there was a pressure making it hard to breathe. ******* "My heart has heated for the human and my blood has flown for him. Every time I thought of him, my heart would ache. It would ache so much I couldn't breathe, the feeling of despair, yet sweetness... Even so, I still couldn't stop thinking about him." So...this is how it feels to love a person. "I belong to you, just as this merman belongs to the seas. Like a falling leaf belongs to its roots." "Nothing can stop me from falling into your embrace." ******* ®®

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