'My free hand slowly moves my hair out of my eyes as the breeze flows between us, how long had it been since someone looked into them with meaning.. His hand moves under my own, thumb caressing the top of it with a softness I hadn't expected. He touches me, without a sign of disgust or anger. My awe of the moment leaves me momentarily unaware of anything else in existence, how long had it been since I was touched without it being painful..' Siobhan had always been the quiet woman who blended well into the crowd, rarely did anyone pay the poor working class attention. Determined to find happiness in a underprivileged life, she'd grown fond of Nature and it's beauty that was vast and free to experience. And though the world had forgotten most of the scattered shrines of the ancient days she would tend to any she found. No one deserved to feel as lonely as she did, and no one deserved to be forgotten. Centuries had passed since the other world lived among humans in sight, the world of the humans becoming less knowledgeable and accepting of such life. And though Siobhan had only heard a few tales of the past she desired to give a part of herself to the lost connection. Crimson, flowing falls of blood. It's the only way he will be able to free her from the human world.
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