Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

his words are tender, though they seem to sting him at his very core. gracious remembered how nervous she first felt when she had encountered her eisen, how he dined and invited her, despite the feelings of minimal tenseness between the two merging packs. it was the start of something gracious would never forget, the start of a new relationship. to her, mahler filled the void where hse lacked a friend, a pair of ears to listen to her woes, and a pair of shoulders that would support her if she dare fell.

perhaps he was right, gracious was more than a procreating machine. although it could be considered any woman's destiny to give birth, that was only the biological aspect of it. she was more than that, everyone was more than what nature determined them to be. it felt easy to scream from the hilltops that her worth was beyond her ability to raise children, but deep down she knew she could never admit it nor accept it.

"it is a shame we cannot relive our days and change what we did in the past." a soft exhale, reality sets in before she can create theories and drown herself in the mystery of life and its meaning. "but not all is lost, perhaps we can move together through these troubling times, your presence is comforting." soon, a small smile etched itself onto her lips, genuine and sweet.