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Wraen almost laughed at Epic's all too eager answer to her question. As if he had not quite grown out of the age, where all girls are "EUGH!". Then, when he asked the same question to her, she contemplated it in silence, looking sky-ward and smiling to herself. 

It had been a very long time she had given Leander much of a thought and she found it curious, because it had felt once so, as if her whole existence was meaningless were it not for him in it. She wished she could go back now and see herself with the eyes of years and maturity, be critical and analyse and - perhaps - see more and understand better.

On the other hand he had been the first person she had said those three beautiful and meaningful words and offered her heart to be his. Never before and never after had she felt the same for anyone else. And sometimes - watching, how people her age and younger found their significant others and settled down with ease - she wondered, whether this kind of thing was for her.

Perhaps, her one true love in life were her stories - a lifelong marriage that would not disappoint, hurt or dissolve. Safe and familiar. "Once," she finally told him. "And it was beautiful."