Proper Jewel
Days passed by. The sun dipped down behind the forest trees in beautiful summer colours, somedays a clear canvas in the sky, somedays clouded by clouds. Honey Rose continued her nightly visits to James' room, they spoke about everything and nothing. It was not long before James had sensed something was wrong, afraid that he was the cause of her unease, he overcompensated in funny tales and emotional drama that he had witnessed on his travels. Honey Rose laughed till her sides ached and cried and gasped constantly interrupting the storytelling with interjections. When she was with James she wanted to tell him but she noticed that he was constantly filling the silence. She had returned to her parents the following day, accepted their apologies and told them that nothing from her past had
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