Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

⌘ Ⅵ. Our Destiny

 Date lost serenity after seeing the face of one of the people who lived in his old house. Could not be her. She should not be. Anyway, it was not really that person, but almost all traits he saw hiding something from his dark past. 
   And not just that: after you left near the house, he started to feel bad, as if something inside him that was arrested was trying to get loose like a wild beast locked in a cage and that, at some point, would trying to escape. But why now? The past was dead to him, to do everything reborn? 

   His vision was interrupted by that same girl walking through the wheat fields. He followed her every step and saw that she was taking the same direction he was taking for years. Date saw the wolf away once she was taking the right path. Nobody should go there unless he. What was hidden between those fields should not be seen by anyone else. 
   He followed cautiously behind her, making no noise until she stopped before the place I should not go and looked around. Maybe she had noticed his presence? 
   She kept walking without even suspecting that she was being followed. Date had to be absolutely sure that the girl should have seen all because of that lobe, and therefore there was nothing to hide. He stopped following it and followed another path, but that ended in the same place. 
   As expected, she still had not arrived. For this reason, Date sat on the bank and took the red rose between his index finger and middle finger of the left do not, no matter the injuries that caused the thorns. 

   Despite being only the second time that Clara was one way she could feel something different around here. It was not just the feeling of being watched, but a wave of magnetism that controlled her movements, leaving the agitated and anxious subconscious. Her legs began to walk again as soon as he had in memory. 

   The next steps were, however most urgent and quick. It was as if she were anxious to get over there. Something in him had also changed, but Date paid no attention to any feeling that it could be born again. There was no one he could expect, all were dead and he was the only survivor thanks to that person. He closed his eyes to not think about her and only became aware that the company had not heard when the more hurried steps. 
- I'm so sorry,. I did not know anyone was here. 

   She did not know anyone else knew about that place. She did not even know someone could have access to the garden and the fields of her mother's house and go unnoticed. Anyway, that guy awakened something deep in it, which made her soul stir. 
   He stood up, leaving the red rose on the floor and turning to face her. He eyes were closed, but traces of her face left her even more restless than he was. His appearance was extremely familiar but unfamiliar at the same time: the hair was similar to copper color, but could be mistaken for brown. He was tall, but that was not so important. The realmeente she wanted to see was hidden. 
- No problem. I was just leaving. 
   That voice. It was like a sweet and gentle music to her ears, flowing like a sweet lullaby, despite the touch of apathy and rudeness. 

   He had more like cheating. Her voice was the same. Anyway, he still did not feel ready to see what was ahead of him. But he felt and knew she would never get out without looking at him. 
   He opened his eyes and saw what I did not want to see. It was as if he had returned to the past if not for the fact that girl's eyes were brown and not green as the person he really wanted to see. The amazement on her face was evident that it was not just that he did not expect that meeting.

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