Her voice was soft, her lips slightly parted, reminiscent of the appealing bloom of a flower under the moonlight, sheathed in a delicate veil. Her faint, delicate scent bewitched the heart.
Louis Snyder pushed slightly forward, leaning towards the face which was so lovely and exquisite that it almost made him lose control. In a voice that was soft and sweet, he said, "Sister, you have to believe me, that day will come. What do you think about us playing a couple then?"
He seemed to want to rest his entire self in Hannah's embrace, his dependence on her was overwhelming. The familiar scent emanating from her gave him a sense of security.
He hugged her gently, afraid to use too much force for fear that this might all be a dream. His face was pale and fragile, displaying a hint of fatigue.
He said, "sister, I want to be with you forever."
Hannah looked out of the window. Warm, yellow shadows danced on each and every leaf. She softly said, "Louis, everything is possible in a dream."
