In death there is love
P.O.V Brielle I open my eyes moving my head from the strange position I have been sleeping in, the pain in my neck and back tells me is time to go back. Standing up I notice a figure on the path that leads to this house, walking in my direction. Her new green dress moved in the non-existing wind, the white hair side by side as she walked up to me. She blends with nature like is part of her true self. “Hello, Brielle, nice to see you again.” Her soft voice made all my pains vanish. I bowed to her. “I see you found my home.” I turn back to look at the cottage. “You live here? I thought you did not live in the temple.” She smiled with white pearl teeth as the oyster gave to her at birth. “This is not the temple. The temple connects to other places, like your home.” I followed her ar
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