[43.1] GREENWOOD (PART-ONE)

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How does one know this is their bonded, AMA? Is it only by scent? Am I therefore doomed to never find love?

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[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]

I stare at her as if a ghost. Curled beside me like a dream, the only word fit to describe this vision of her.

Quiet as she sleeps, I am struck motionless, simply watching. Immobile at the weight of her presence.

Her scent is sweeter than the flowers that the endless grows to calm me, so much so, even they seem to tilt in a feeble attempt to touch the light coils of her hair, despite the non-existent breeze.

It knows.

The endless knows. She is something altogether different.

Hearing her voice was one thing, but seeing her in all her beauty, in these fields of peace is —ethereal.

I can not blink for I fear that if I do, I risk losing a second of all that is her.

I am breathless at the thought, breathless at the pure desperation in the notion.

I have kept away from her for four days, told myself I must see her soon, but in truth, I have been h