For a girl who was clamored in her thoughts, he was a mystery. For
someone who was skeptical about the world, he was hope. But most of
all, for a girl who had decided to take on the world alone, he seemed
But yet she was afraid. Was it that they never met? In all form and
praise, he stuck a simple primrose in her heart each day, which, when
watered grew into a bouquet.
Resistance was in her heart. She rarely opened up to anyone. But he
was valiant in character, majestic in praise and ferocious in thought.
It was when she realized it was just the beginning.
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