The next morning after waking up, I quickly searched the university for Daniella. She was someone very special to me that I had fallen deeply in love with while attending the university. It wasn't long before I found the dorm room she was in. There she lay unconscious as I gazed upon her. Memories of my love for her quickly filled my head as memories began returning of the times we once shared together.
It all started during the fall semester. As I walked towards this lovely lady reading before me, my heart began beating faster and faster with each step. Around her neck was a lovely locket that appeared to hold great value to her. She was wearing a dark green tank top and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that seemed to hug her curves in all the right places. Her long wavy honey brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves and framed her face perfectly. She had high cheekbones. Right in front of her was a cold glass of lemonade with fresh lavender on top to garnish it.
I couldn't help but admire her beauty, and I instantly felt a spark of curiosity as I made my way towards her.
"Excuse me," I began cautiously, unable to take my eyes off her, "may I ask what your name is?"
She glanced up from her romance novel and her smile lit up the space between us. "Daniella Thornefield," she replied, her voice melodic and inviting.
The connection was instantaneous, our smiles a mutual recognition of something beginning.
"I'm studying the writing style of a Medieval Fantasy I found at the college library," Daniella beamed, her enthusiasm contagious, "I've always been fascinated about writing my own fantasy stories as they have the power to transport us to entirely different worlds."
"That's incredible," I replied, genuinely impressed. "I've always admired people who can craft stories. It's like you have the power to create entire universes within someone's mind."
She laughed, a sound as light and refreshing as the breeze.
"Maybe, but it's not always easy to find the right words. What about you? What are you passionate about?" she asked.
I paused, considering her question, "I guess I'm still searching for that one thing that truly captivates me, but talking to you, hearing about your passion for writing... It's definitely inspiring."
"Our passions can take us on unexpected journeys," Daniella said thoughtfully, her gaze drifting to the locket around her neck. "Sometimes, it's about the adventure along the way, not just the destination."
We became inseparable, attending classes together, studying in the library and spending all our free time exploring the campus.
Although we had only known each other for one day, there seemed to be something special between the two of us that kept drawing us back towards each other every chance we got. We kept meeting up at the same spot every day. We kept getting lost in conversations about books and life in general, until it became a daily routine for the two of us – one that neither of us wanted to break or forget anytime soon.
As the week unfolded at the university, our connection began to deepen. Each meeting became an opportunity to unravel more layers of our personalities and interests with each other. Daniella shared tales of ancient myths that inspired parts of her beloved story, igniting a newfound appreciation in me for the art of storytelling.
In turn, I found myself opening up to her and before long, I discovered my own passion for writing poetry. I was inspired to write lovely poetry, something that would captivate her heart.
One night we stayed up late at the university stargazing as we watched the starlit sky, creating a sense of timelessness around us. While we gazed at the night stars I recited some poetry for Daniella before accidentally brushing against her hand. The contact, though accidental, sent a jolt of electricity through me, hinting at the beginning of something more than friendship.
She quickly glanced at me with a shy smile in response and confirmed she felt it too. That moment marked a subtle shift in our dynamics, introducing a tender undercurrent of affection that neither of us could deny.
It was clear we were falling for each other, not just for the shared interests that had initially drawn us together, but for the mutual admiration and understanding that had flourished between us. Our anticipation to meet grew, making every other aspect of university life pale in comparison. The foundation of our relationship was built on a genuine connection and a shared passion for storytelling, which promised to be the start of a beautiful adventure together.
We kept in touch regularly, exchanging messages or meeting up for green tea every once in a while.
Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was attending Relay for Life with some friends of mine. During that event I ran into her. She was looking around the room frantically trying for the event. Seeing her struggling to find someone caused me to step up and offer myself instead. Grateful for my offer, she accepted without hesitation as she held on tightly to my arm. She explained that it was a tradition at Relay For Life - having a male figure to walk around the course with them and support them throughout the event.
The two of us joined hands as we walked the track together side by side all night long, talking about everything from music to movies and current news events. Along the way, we even stopped at a few different booths that were set up by sponsors dedicated to raising money for cancer research where we donated whatever change we had on us as our contribution towards the cause.
At one of the booths she got carried away and ended up winning several cakes before returning. She began to panic, not knowing what to do with so many of them. I offered to take one, and before long I found myself taking two of them off her hands as the night drew closer and closer to an end.
I gazed at her with admiration. She was a young woman who had chosen courage today as she faced difficulties by her family for being the youngest sibling. She had been treated as less important by them and had faced difficulties everyday as she forged her own path towards her future. It made me hopeful knowing that if more people like her existed in this world. The experience was truly inspiring. It left me feeling grateful that fate had brought us together first as strangers, sharing stories over green tea and then as friends walking hand-in-hand during Relay for Life with a mission: to remove cancer from our lives forever.
We had so many precious memories together. When the week comes to an end, I know that we'll have to bury her body if she still hasn't awakened from her deep slumber. I gently grabbed her locket she held onto tightly in her slumber. The locket caused something to appear within my peripheral vision.
〘Ding! You have received "Daniella Locket"〙
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< Daniella's Locket >
*Star Rating ☆☆☆☆☆
*Equipment Type: Accessory.
*Requirements: It can only be worn by Raymond Crusade.
*Description: This once ordinary locket held great memories to Daniella Thornefield and now holds the shattered memories of the one you onced loved very deeply. When you enter that Deep Meditation, you can access those shattered memories of hers and communicate with her consciousness.
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〘Ding! The once ordinary locket held by Daniella now holds the shattered memories of the one you loved deeply〙
Being a man, I fought hard to hold these tears at bay for as long as I could, but at last my strength began to fail me. I wanted to stay positive and hold on until the end of the week just in case she awoke. I continued to wander around the dorm room tidying it up as I went through her things.
I returned to talk to my fellow students and learn as much as I could about this newfound realm we found ourselves trapped within.