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IT  HUNG  above  him,  like  a  cloud,  like  a  cloak.  enshrouded  him  in  this  thick  miasmic  melancholy  that  drifted  hazily  with  his  steps,  dragging  his  feet  against  the  ground  &  pulling  his  features  into  a  perpetual  expression  of  lament.

             it’s  all  dreadful,       he  mused,  voice  soft  as  the  snow  that  freshly  falls  to  hide  all  the jagged  edges  of  the  world.

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          her NEW home was nothing like the old one. it was darker; you could feel the TENSION that was hanging above the home of her and her husband. their kids even knew, even the little ones. today, she wasn’t walking with alexander, instead she was just by herself, something that DIDN’T seem to be knew. she then heard a voice, it was a new voice, and she turned her head.

          ❛ i don’t know, i happen to find that snow brings more of a COMFORT rather than BEAUTY. it’s more numbing compared to the spring time. ❜       she sent him a soft smile, and she sucked in a deep breath, clasping her hands in front of her.       ❛ if you don’t mind by me asking, why are you talking to me? usually people take one look at me and just start whispering. i’m just not used to people coming up to me anymore. ❜

 

"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

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