Thursday, March 1, 2012


Tempura Island

When he left, she waved and hoped he would come back alive. She remembered his gallantry and resolute personality strongly contrasting with her fearful nature. It was an unlikely match, everyone said. When he returned, an uncertain and illogical future lay ahead of them. He was different, silent, as if he had given up. She knew it. The backbone and boldness of her sudden unexpected determination would from then on determine their path. She had him back alive. Now was her turn.

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