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When the morning comes, the sun will once again peep through the clouds and inject life into the snow garden. It becomes lush and bountiful for another year, a haven for life in a dwindling world.
The flowers were dancing rainbow. As if light and music had found a new way to blossom together.
The flowers' fragrance under the snow subtly breezes through the place.
A platinum blonde, sweet child of three years old was standing in the middle of the snowy garden. Her sparkling sky-blue eyes shone with delight at her sight, her lips parted, and her pearl-like teeth showed her beautiful and cute smile. Her pump and rosy cheeks made anyone want to squeeze them to discover the softness.
"You are here…" a youngster's voice came from behind her.
Turning around, the child saw the youngster, but she couldn't see his face clearly. A mist covered his physical features.
"You… Who are you?" asked the child.
"I'm the one who should ask that." Answered the youngster.
"I don't understand. I was here first. Should you introduce yourself first?" The child felt angry. He said something misleading.
"Oh, My apologies. It seems that you are my destined partner. The one who will spend the rest of my life with." Spoke nonchalantly, the youngster.
"Are you proposing? I don't even know you. How can you say those words to a person who you just meet?" With her eyes wide open and her hand covering her open mouth, asked the child.
"I'm not proposing, I'm stating a fact. Look at your right arm and look at my left arm. What do you see?"
Surprised by his words, the child lowered her gaze to her arm and saw a symbol shining. With her eyes blinking eyes, tilting her head to the side, she focused on the symbol.
"A purple rune…" murmured the sweet child.
Then she looks at his left arm, "A sky-blue rune…"
After her discovery, she looks at the boy and saw his eyes. A deep purple, the same purple as the rune in her arm, and the rune in his arm is the same color as her eyes.
"Coincidence?" asked, softly, the child.
"In the world of magic, nothing is a coincidence. Only destiny exists." Replied the youngster.
"Destiny? I see… So, you and I are bound to destiny because of these runes?"
The youngster saw her calm and collected face. He could not see a ripple in her eyes. This discovery surprises him.
"Why did you accept so smoothly?" the youngster's curiosity wins over his calm exterior and asked.
"Well, I've to say… It's not my first-time hearing about my destiny. When I was born, my dreams always tell me about a certain requirement to fulfill my destiny. And it's nothing new for me." Answered calmly, the child.
"I see… Well, my name is XXXXXX. Nice to meet you, my bride."
The sweet child could only see the light smile on the youngster's lips. And she gave him her best smile and gave him an obedience.
"My name is Rosella. You can call me Rose. Nice to meet you, my groom."
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Lightning flashed across the chilly sky, brightening the room out of its darkness for only a single moment. The rain pounded on, jolting the windows that thudded against each drop.
The room was simple, a big impassive bed, a short table beside the bed, and a small wooden bookshelf filled to the top were near the door. The walls were a dark blue color, while the door was pitch black.
Under the sheets on the bed a man lying sleeping, looking at the up and down movements of his chest, means that his breathing was faster, and big drops of sweat run from his forehead, neck, and chest.
The man opened his mouth to murmur.
"… Ro… se…"
The man fought to awake until a heavy lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, and a pair of purple eyes opened, stared into the darkness. His eyes were full of chill and the dullness full of darkness and secrets. A man with a story, filled with vicissitudes.
He stood up, the sheet fell on the floor, his fit body comes into view. His well-defined muscle with some scars gives the sense of danger. And his hair reached his shoulder.
His pressed lips, his frown, and his cold and ruthless flash in his eyes made it known how unhappy he is right now.
He reached the table close to the bed; he took the glass on it. Closing his eyes, drinking the glass after glass of water. In front of his eyes are her figure, every move, every word, every glance, every smile, perfection, and beauty.
"Oh, Rose, what have you done with me?" whispered the man.
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That night, my eyes fell steadily on her. I tried my best to hide the strong beating of my heart, for fear of being heard by you.
What did it feel like at that moment? It was as if in my eyes the entire world was black and white, and only she was in color.
Every move, every word, every glance, every smile, is the looming beauty, and it is the exploration of the day and night.
She looked like an angel coming from the snow, and her frown and smile made people unable to take their eyes off.
The cute expressions she made when she saw me making my blood boil. I almost commit a sin.
That touch of missing is very special. It seems to be surrounded by his heart, and it seems to be far away from him.
It has no shape, no set. Not only that, but it is a silent temptation to make things out of control, a looming beauty, a long-awaited infatuation with it.
Only after taking a sip of cold water and blurred consciousness can he come back to his senses.
"If only I could have you now!" a roar echoed in his throat.
"GRRRR…" a growl escaped his mouth. As if the storm outside felt his emotions, a thunder echoed in the dark sky.
The dark door opened with an impact.
"MASTER!" a shadow came inside the room. The lightning illuminated the face of the intruder.