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TO YOU, I WILL GIVE

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The maps to lead the path   ㅤㅤ Which could govern one's soul   ��ㅤ And becoming his vade mecum;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE   ㅤㅤ The plain yet boorish statues  ㅤㅤ To weep away the pain,  ㅤㅤ And ease the turmoil within;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The glimmering yet lustrous stars  ㅤㅤ So the constellations may erase  ㅤㅤ Of miserables bestowed upon;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The radiant yet glaring sun  ㅤㅤ With the hope its ray will reaches  ㅤㅤ Your noble sincere soul;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The soulful yet merriest song  ㅤㅤ For you to hear and embedding  ㅤㅤ Madly between melancholy;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The yon rich rhenish skies  ㅤㅤ For you to abide gaze upon  ㅤㅤ Those adorable eyes of yours;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The everything in between,  ㅤㅤ Even the longing part  ㅤㅤ  Of the memories;

TO YOU, I WILL GIVE  ㅤㅤ The everything in between,  ㅤㅤ And most cherished soul,  ㅤㅤ Because it is you.

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J. H.

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Ahn Jaesuk / Jesse

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY DUFRESNE.

SUMMARY

Ahn Jaesuk was rather known as Jesse, no exact reason from this side was revealed yet. Maybe because he moved to America, thus the only plausible reason to offer the query given. His biological father is also Jade’s most loved old man. Jade and Jesse spent their childhood together in America, unknowingly they were related by the bastard blood, namely Richard Huang. Lots of thing happened, but in the end of the day, Jade loves Jesse as a brother more than anything. 

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

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SUMMER MADE CHILDREN

Jade hurt his ankle, and is laid up with cast and crutches. Jesse is sitting next to him, doodling heart on their cast to cheer him up. Read the full story either on Twitter or Tumblr.

PRESENT DAY

Soon to be updated.

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Zane Huang

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY DANTE.

SUMMARY

Zane is Jade’s sister, but from different mother. However, they share same bloodkin through his father, namely Richard Huang. She was born and raised together with his family, because her biological mother suddenly put her in front of his house. She is a now college student, working part-timer as a florist. Has a lover, named James. 

Soon to be updated.

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James Nikolai Gray

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY GRIGORI.

SUMMARY

Zane’s lover and he has crush on Jade.

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Others will soon to be updated.

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Chiara Ziascha

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY SVEA-LEE.

SUMMARY

Chiara is indeed Jade's older sister, but it is all in the past. She was murdered, hanged, burned on the stakes, whilst everyone was laughing beyond the mirth; they thought another witch has died. Now, they reborn as completely unrelated and somehow Jade is trying to find Chiara after years, after he knew and learned the bitter truth.

PART ONE: JADE HUANG

AN OMEN: The Nightmares (Part One of The Omens series)

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AN OMEN: The Past  (Part Two of The Omens series)

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AN OMEN: The Maiden (Part Three of The Omens series)

Still on progress.

PART TWO: CHIARA ZIASCHA

THE LONGING

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Others will soon to be updated.

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Arram Wang

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY CERES.

SUMMARY

One day, Arram sent a package to the wrong address which apparently it was Jade’s apartment. The goods were supposedly for Jade’s friend, Brian, a demi-god. From that moment, Arram and Jade knows each other and they’re friends ever since.

Soon to be updated.

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Micah Cho

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY CERES.

SUMMARY

Jade knows him because Micah was Jesse and Joshua highschool friend. 

Soon to be updated. 

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Cahyani Rembulan Atmaja

AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY CUTIEPIE.

SUMMARY

A friend of Caithlyn. Jade knows Bulan through internet and they’re pretty much close, since Caithlyn always bragging about her every single time.

Soon to be updated.

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Caithlyn Kim

AN NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER, WRITTEN BY CUTIEPIE & DANTE.

SUMMARY

Jade’s neighbor and they had a summer fling once.

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Usually midnight, as some have say, could bring quite disarray thoughts; wandering aimlessly, unable to control it at the utmost. The nigritude may make one's screaming in terror. Despite of all, I relishing on these feelings which bespread to one another.

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J. H.

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FOREVER, I LONG

FOREVER, I LONG.  ㅤOf the things far-fetched,  ㅤOf the sun beaming ray,  ㅤOf the insatiable taste;

FOREVER, I LONG.  ㅤFrom the memories within,  ㅤWhich planted depth beneath,  ㅤFor one's sake and the joy;

FOREVER, I LONG.  ㅤFor the words whispered,  ㅤSoftly and endearingly so,  ㅤAnd embedded to my soul;

FOREVER, I LONG.  ㅤForever, I crave  ㅤForever, I thrive  ㅤForever, I alone.

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J. H.

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ㅤㅤ Téir abhaile riú, ㅤㅤ téir abhaile riú ㅤㅤ téir abhaile riú

Come, come dear little dove, Spare the pain, along with tones, Dance, dance through the rim, May the stars shine upon you.

ㅤㅤ Téir abhaile riú, ㅤㅤ téir abhaile riú ㅤㅤ téir abhaile riú

The folks will play the songs One dear shall not be tempted, Given by mellifluous chanters For their will divert cemented;

ㅤㅤ Listen to the music flowing,  ㅤㅤDance together 'til morning,  ㅤㅤ For thy shall not mourning,  ㅤㅤ Mirth comes as a warning!

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile,  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile! 

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J. H.

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On the count of three Darling, I will bring you the stars.

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AN OMEN: The Past

It’s all started with nightmares.

“How’s your sleep lately?” The woman, who sat in front of him, was calm and undemanding. Her gaze was tender, like a wholly delightful and wise person. Though it’s only been nine months or so, Jade was comfortable being around her, Ms. Smith, his second psychologist. They didn’t meet regularly, only when Jade felt like so. He had depression, quite severe as to speak, due to his past, family problems, and all. But that’s for another story to tell. Another thing, insomnia; almost cured, almost not, uncertainty is the best to describe. Therefore, he is here. He had lost count of how many times their appointments had already been, not like he cared anyway─because he knew she has the record, so why bother?

“Do you have any trouble sleeping?” said her, without ire or haste. She is lovely, a caring person─as she should, he believed, or else he won’t be here today, at her clinic, right now. Aside from the fact, whereas the professional like her is supposedly hospitable towards their clients, he feels she was different.

Sure enough, the room filled with flowers, florets, and vines. Many kinds of it, even. He was only able to tell two up to five of it, but never been better at the rest. Most distinct and palpable to his sight is the white daisy, aside from which she puts it quite a lot, represented from innocence, simplicity, and joy to happiness, good fortune and new beginnings. Others are red chrysanthemums, iris xiphium, and galanthus nivalis. He doesn’t know the specific meaning, better than the daisy one, yet he knows as much it represents hope. Indescribably so, Jade thought this feels like home, like he belonged here; quite extravagant if one says it is the most comfortable place, yet the feeling of all tire and sore, would all forthwith lifted. The place to come back to, a place to rest briefly, is the best word to describe all.

There are other things, such as the way she talks and being punctilious every time, whenever Jade wasn’t sure with himself, with all the things that happened around him. It feels like she was always there, to help him, to act like a guide, when no one else can, when no one else could.

“It’s not getting better,” he finally gave his answer, after a long hefty sigh and silence he had, before continuing, “It’s… It’s real, they’re real. Vivid. Those screams. Those faces. Scary. And I was scared,” said he, intermittently so, “I was so scared,” his tone shrank, quivered in horror, whilst both palms were covering his whole face. Then, he took a deep breath, “And yes, I come to you today, to tell you I have something else beside insomnia, beside the current problems I had with my brothers, my family. I had nightmares. Very bad, bad nightmares.”

“What did you see, Jade?” She responded, after a cordial smile planted in her lips, though surely it cannot hide the disconcerning look on her eyes, which was planted, deep beneath it.

“I see myself standing behind the door, a small and plainly artificial, wooden door. I was at someone else’s body, a boy in his teens. His skin was pale, I could tell as much, also he was abnormally thin for a boy around his age. It’s not like I am seeing myself in the mirror in that dream, but sure inexorably hard to breathe and I cannot move as I wish. It was hard, like I could fall within minutes, like I couldn’t run.”

“Can you tell me what you were doing there?”

“I was there, I was hiding from something. Something bad, that I was certain. I cannot tell you yet, because I don’t remember much, but you have to trust me.” Said he, along with his timbre that was full of dread, bewilderment. He needs someone to trust him, whereas he couldn’t bring this to his mother. He was afraid she would worry way too much, as well as not believing his story and the dreams he had; that’d be much worse and bring dismay to his psyche. He was, like one might said, desperate.

“Do not worry, Jade. I am indeed, merely your psychologist, a professional to listen and to heal you, with the problems you have, but that doesn’t mean I do not trust you,” She stopped midway to hold Jade’s hands and caressed it gently, she still had the same look as earlier, concerned yet soft. For those who know and might wonder whether she was violating the ethics of interviewing and counseling, why she suddenly did a physical touch, the comment to this matter is, Jade has already consented at their second meeting, whereas he was crying, loudly even, and shaking. He had said, he is more comfortable in that way.

“I do, Jade. In fact, I’m curious about it. Mind to tell me more?”

“A poor, poor young boy,” Jade continued to reply to her question, in a more relieved tone; she gave him the reassurance he needed at the moment. “Then, the next time, I was in the stables, hearing the horses shrieking in mercy, in fear. But that’s not the thing that perturb me most,”

Jade went silent. That hysterical, then lachrymal, then guilt-ridden hour. More than enough for him to feel his eyes went warm, a grain of tear, followed with another, fell down the red curve of Jade’s cheeks. He was smiling, anguished as so. His pulse arose, breath ragged, he even bit his lower; his canine teeth marred the lips, until it bled. The woman noticed it, thereupon stand to lit the incense; one of her favorite, amber scented. He had never told her directly, yet he has grown accustomed to it, or so to speak, any kind of incense, is also his favorite. It took merely seconds for the aroma to permeate the place; before it smelled like damp early moments of muted dawn and grass clinging with dew, and now, his nostrils catching up a scent that is warm, musky, rich and honey-like, and also somewhat oriental and earth. It blends nicely, he favors it. It shows, from his pulse that somehow, gotten calmer.

“I can hear the sound of humans’ wailing, one begging for mercy, while others were violent, ruthless, cruel, ruffianly. Definitely there were two sides, those humans were separated. I don’t know what the cause is, I don’t know what it is, but again, I know things where I shouldn’t.”

“When did this happen?”

“Around three months ago, but this has nothing to do with my early insomnia. It's a completely different matter.”

“How so?”

“The first time it occured, I was all good. I thought, finally my time has come, to dream. I don’t dream, as you may know. Or, you prefer to call it, I don’t even remember about the dreams I had in my sleep. Either way, it was adequate, it was my daily routine, and I was content.”

“I can see that pretty much.” She reacted, waiting.

“Don't you see that this is an oddity?” Rhetorical question, so to speak. “Because I, myself, see all the odds in this. Why, after all this time, I dreamt, and it wasn’t pleasant at all? Something must’ve happened, something that I need to know. Something, or maybe someone, trying to reach out to me. Like, I need to remember, I mustn't forget.”

“About my question, can you tell me why this occurences of nightmares of yours, has nothing to do with your insomnia?”

Addled at the question given, his brows were furrowed, as well as trying to comprehend. No, Jade is far from being dull or prat. He was confused, his thoughts muddled and couldn’t grasp the gist.

“Oh… Oh, I really am sorry. Sorry, I was confused, I was… I had no one to talk with, I am all alone. Even my brothers, well, half-brother actually, I couldn’t bring myself to tell them this. Friends, on the other hand, the creatures I cannot trust.”

Or so he thought.

“That’s fine, Jade. I don’t mind, though I must tell you the truth, I am the one who’s confused, hence I repeated the question. Please, you may continue.”

Turned out, he was wrong. In a split second, she reassured him and his wandering thoughts. “And so, I.. The dreams were all nightmares, but it wasn’t so bad. It only happened once or twice per month, only snippets. I can not hear, I can not see. I only knew, I had bad, bad dreams. Stories that I do not belong or still in between. Dreams, that feels it wasn’t mine.”

“Did it make you suddenly awake?”

“Yes.” He answered, briskly. “I was rapid return of full alertness, suddenly awake, ruptured yet buffeted breath. I couldn’t drift again to dreamland, I can’t.”

“Sweating?”

“A lot, actually. My whole body was drenched in sweat, rapid breathing for almost ten minutes.”

“You didn’t take any pills, did you?”

“For the past six months, no. Not at all.”

“Very well, then. How often have you had these bad dreams?”

“Indeed it started three months ago, but currently it has become unbearable for the past two weeks. It has occured, every night. Night after night, I dreamt the same thing, the same events, I also hear those screams. I can feel their pain, their hatred, their debauchery. This is why I told you, it has nothing to do with my earlier insomnia. It was about my family, now it is for a different matter.”

“Thank you, for being brave. For telling me, for the trust you have given. Do you have anything else to add?”

“I think that’s all, Ms. Smith.” He was trying to be considerate, by the time session, it was only one minute left. Previously, before he told her this problem of him, they were talking about the problem Jade had, his feelings, the turbulence of assorted emotions towards his brother, Jesse.

“You may have to brew tea or warm milk before you sleep. And maybe, try to listen to soothing music. It might help.”

“Never tried, but I will.”

“I have written the next appointment for you, okay? We will do a therapy session, and after that, if it’s still getting worse… Well, we will save it for later.”

“Thanks, as usual, you’re the best.”

“I am flattered.”

“As you should.”

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As soon as he got home, sprawled on the couch, his most cushy place for years--it indeed is wide enough to contain his whole body. Jade then stared at the ceiling. Hollow, impassive, drained. Then, he pondered. “I did not miss something, did I?” murmured, between the thoughts that keep appearing on his mind; trying to recall something, to ease the jittery within.

Twenty minutes, without the raven haired man realised, had passed unavailing. He was dwelling in many thoughts, yet none of them helps. None of them has the answer to his restless mind. “Who are you, dear lady?” said he, the first words, more likely sounded like a question, spoken after the man had gotten home, with hooded, sleepy eyes.

Within seconds, he fell asleep. A deep, practically instantaneous and profound sleep. She, his psychologist, did not dare to give him prescribing medication that might help, because it was the first he told her so. He doesn’t know either, whether she was capable of giving him medications he needed. She was certain, however, that Jade possibly could suffer from nightmare disorder, on the acute yet severe level. The treatments for nightmare disorder may vary, the most prominently prazosin, and several behavioral therapies, of which the nightmare-focused cognitive behavioral therapy variants, especially image rehearsal therapy, are effective. Jade has received one, without him knowing; scented incense, counseling session which happened earlier. Truth to be told, psychologists with a period of three years post qualification/HCPC registered practitioner experience in their area of expertise are capable to give prescription and Ms. Smith already passed all of that.

It feels like the query given, that came out from his mouth, was a spell to his answer. He dreamt about her. This time, the dream that came out disentangled everything; things about the woman he saw, who she actually is, what’s their relationship, and what was yet to come. Other minor things he would love to tell, yet the part will be saved for later.

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To be continued to the next part.

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The Man I Adore

The sound of waves, tides of the dawn, has been one favorite for ages. He could sit there, at the shore, marveling at azure indescribable surf, whilst the piercing yet gentle gust given by nature did a dash to his bare skin. Strangely so, he found it as his only sole and sweetest solace, even at times he feels his body, mind, and soul would be lost at the sea.

His soma would call it magical, breathless, capable of coalescing within the deepest of the psyche of himself. Little did the man know, the earth adored him fully because he was kind and sweet, by allowing the heavenly air to breathe within.

The tides of dawn, things he is fond of, adore him because he would intermittently tell tales, many tales, of his world, of the thing he loves, by being serene of its tranquility.

The shore, a place for his consolation, adores him because he was nice and not letting it to be all alone, by providing him a tentative, complacent perch for the man to sit on.

The sea, one of greatest wonder, adores him because he is indeed profound and authentic, brilliant, clever, intelligent and many things, by being his most loyal companion.

He indeed is, a worthy man to be looked upon, to be wary of his savviness, to be adored for because of the things he loves, the things he tells, the things he writes, things he keeps as a dream.

He is the man of whom I adored, a man of many things but surely fascinating, astonishing, full of surprises, and wonderful. He is the man who bore the name Prometheus Daskalakis. 

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This is a present

to the man I adore,

Prometheus Daskalakis.

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J. H.

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AN OMEN: THE NIGHTMARES

One is not born, but rather becomes, a man of the prophecy.

Jade woke up frantically, his palm drenched in sweats, breath ragged and mouth gaped; he was frightened. His body became alarmed, jolted and stunned, hence the perspiration fell like a cascade.

He never dreams, as long as he can remember.

For most people, dreams are an almost intangible presence. One would describe it as gentle, unrecoverable, golden and fantastic, endless morphological, brilliantly revelatory, beautiful, feverish, though seemed distant, fonder, and more. They probably had wondrous experiences when they dreamt, maybe it is even counted as their only sole solace.

Others might have diverse beliefs, and would interpret it as monstrous and incomprehensible, phenomenally horrendous, grotesque and foolish, thy illusive mortals, and more. For this case, clearly nightmares oftenly occurred to them, or maybe something bad always happened afterwards—like a premonition, however it is uneventful one.

If fortuitous enough, one might be able to remember the most fleeting glimpse in the cold light of day; even those of who can recollect past dreams in astonishing detail can wake some days with almost no memory of what they had dreamed about.

Jade was neither. He became particularly invested to know about dreams when he heard his peers talking, loudly even, about their dreams. Mostly it was about sexual intercourse, yet some left quite an impression, a wonder in his chest; their dreams had become reality, though the ratio of it was one to ten. He has never once dreamt about something, about someone. Whenever he slept, drifting to dreamland, deep sleep, it was only pitch black; the next thing he knew, it was morning, the gentle caresses of the beaming ray of the sunlight never cease to wake him from his fleeting, nice sleep. It was adequate, it was his daily routine, and Jade was content. Previously, the thoughts of abnormalities ever crossed his mind; surfing through countless books and reliable sources had made his conviction crusted.

Though for sure, his belief stands firmly still on science. As the preface, those who studied psychology might already be familiar with notable, eminent psychologists Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung; apparently their friendship ended, because of disagreement that so severe, even couldn’t concur on the underpinnings of dreams. Dreams themselves, the scientific and psychoanalytical components of the sleeping selves are multi-layered, complicated, involved and personal.

There is little ethereal about the reasons this might be happening, however. Why humans are able to have dreams and whether they can remember them, are both rooted in the biology of sleeping bodies and subconscious minds. Some prominent scientists even said, rather than being a plateau of unconsciousness bookended by slipping in and out of sleep, our resting brains go through a rollercoaster of mental states, with some parts being full of mental activity.

He is normal, just never remember any of his brain produces while he was sleeping. He didn’t lack any noradrenaline either.

Or at least, he was.

Tonight was the third. Third time he had frightful, horrendous, and clearly it was appalling just as much, dream. When the first time it occured, he had been minding his own business, slouched comfortably on the softest and most comfortable, grey couch in his living room, accompanied by a rendition of a bird perched outside his window. A perfect escort, he dare say.

There are four of sleeping stages; Non-rapid eye movement (NREM), also known as quiet sleep and divided to three, N1, N2, N3, also the fourth, the last stage called Rapid Eye Movement (REM), also known as active sleep or paradoxical sleep. Scientists also said, most of the dreaming that humans have during REM sleep, although some can also occur in non-REM sleep. REM sleep first occurs about 90 minutes after falling asleep. As the brain begins to relax and slow down, slower waves known as alpha waves are produced. During this time when humans are not quite asleep, they may experience strange and extremely vivid sensations known as hypnagogic hallucinations. Common examples of this phenomenon include feeling like falling or hearing someone call oneself name.

And now, fifteen minutes has passed yet he is already sound deeply asleep. However, he might experienced hypnagogic hallucinations which was mentioned before; someone definitely called his name━a name that is not belong to him, yet oddly familiar.

Matthew. Matthew, Matthew, Matityahu, the Gift of Yahweh.

Then, he woke up with frenetic gasp; a warm old scanty, wonderfully soft and smooth, smoky woolen blanket he wore, had rapidly thrown away. He was sweating, from the ends of the pores from head to chest, and the hair on the neck stood upright. Though the name was versant, seemingly and soundly so, it still brought dread to his dismay, his psyche. Unfortunately, Jade didn’t know why, yet he let it pass because he doesn’t like wondering, dwell on the things he clearly is unable to find the answer hidden beneath.

“Ma.. M’tthew,” Jade murmured the name softly, almost like a whisper to one’s ear, despite the current state he is in. Five minutes later, when he tried to recall anyone who has the same name, unforeseen happened as he doesn’t even remember the name; completely gone, as it seemed to be erased by the moment he tried to get the gist of it.

The second time, there wasn't much to reminisce about either. He had fallen asleep, again on the couch, then the same thing happened except it occured after two hours he fell into a deep slumber, on the stage three of sleep.

Howbeit being said so, this time, the third, was distinctly differ.

He could remember every single detail ensued, even at the least possible thing.

Jade stomped across the lawn with his bare feet. With each step it felt as if the grass were stabbing him, but it felt like heaven, a sweet hay, and warmer weather, like summertime. A blissful, one in a million chances, nostalgic moment, a memoir he surely missed. He wasn’t alone, he was together with someone; fingers intertwined, a gleam painted across his countenance. His heart was jubilant, everything was ecstatic. Peculiarly so, it feels like forever, it feels like he belongs here, with this someone, a luminary one.

She has voluminous champagne curls cascaded over white shoulders, wafting a delicate aroma of honeysuckle. A maiden in her teen age, her smile was bright, charming, and placid━her eyes were sapphires indented in their flawless skin, he would wager one even would get lost in her deep, ocean gazes. She was an ethereal being, someone that he ought to protect.

Yes, someone that he ought to protect at all costs and he didn’t forget this, even after a few days had passed.

Who is she?

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To be continued in the next part.