The Kings Mate
Twelve more days to see Andrew, and twelve more days to have my mystery man around me.
The Forest was silent. Not a creature was out, not a bird nor hare, the only sound echoing through the brown leafless trees and snow covered ground was the crunching sound of my feet as I took my slow but quick steps deeper and deeper into the dead of winter.
My mother used to love the forest, I’d often follow her, and we’d walk around sometimes play hide and seek, she’d always let me win of course. I felt a sort of comfort amongst the trees, I felt like I wasn’t alone, sometimes it’s as if I can hear them whisper to me, calling me. When I was little I was convinced I could talk to them, and they’d talk ba
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