Bianca Petrescu
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Bia dusted a mittened hand along the door handle, debating whether it was really that cold outside. A black coat clipped tightly across her torso. The collar lifted to warm her pale neck. Unforntunately she had forgotten her scarf when packing. The wool was delicate and soft to touch. It's crimson colouring could brighten up any winters day.
She wondered through the keep, trainers scrapping on the gravel. The grass was littered with yellow and brown as the trees sorrowfully let their companions go. Eyes peered over the empty flower beds where only evergreens remained. How she loved the roses in full bloom. The smell of lilies and tulip dusting the air. It was always the same, life then death. The circle could never be changed or deleted. It was every living organisms destiny. But their soul would live beyond death.
A small tear plummetted from mascara painted eyes. Dora seemed to have no control over the emotions hidden within her. One minute she could be laughing, the next she could be depressed. A quick fluttered of a finger extingished the little drop of sadness and feet stumbled further on.
She wondered through the keep, trainers scrapping on the gravel. The grass was littered with yellow and brown as the trees sorrowfully let their companions go. Eyes peered over the empty flower beds where only evergreens remained. How she loved the roses in full bloom. The smell of lilies and tulip dusting the air. It was always the same, life then death. The circle could never be changed or deleted. It was every living organisms destiny. But their soul would live beyond death.
A small tear plummetted from mascara painted eyes. Dora seemed to have no control over the emotions hidden within her. One minute she could be laughing, the next she could be depressed. A quick fluttered of a finger extingished the little drop of sadness and feet stumbled further on.