The long lost love
P.O.V. Elaine Brielle left the garden almost the same time I arrived, walking in front of the ruin she sits continuing walking past it. A new path appears in the wood next to the ruin where I walk making the stones glow at my steps. I arrive at my house, a small cottage made with stones and flowers that peek between the rocks. A small porch with a rocking chair, and a big bush full of flowers right outside of it. The lamp posts scared on the ground light up with the porch light. “Glad you could join me.” A man appears behind me his medium hair not deciding to stay in his face or on his ear, brown dark eyes. His figure is covered with a cape which with a little wind opens on the side to show his perfect abs that have on the side three identical lines that keep moving, they seem to penetr
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