"When the root is deep, there is no reason to fear the wind."
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What was she doing? She didn't know. She was being stupid and childish.
Turning to Zamiel, she looked at him where he stood. He still had that dark look in his eyes that sometimes flickered with an unknown emotion. Or maybe she knew, and that was the reason her heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward, placing his arms on the fence, and watched her closely. His eyes narrowing, his gaze scanning the length of her and then darkening even more.
"What are you doing here, Heaven?" He repeated when she didn't reply.
I am a man. A demon. And you are a woman. The words echoed in her mind. Yes. It was true. He was a man. Her man, and she was a woman. His woman.
"It is raining." She said. And it had nothing to do with his question. "I love rain."
She was being unreasonable.
"I am sure it rains back home too." He said.
