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writer ✨ fantasy and romance ✨

April 6th I try To smile To be happy To write happy But it's like Nothing feels right Nothing feels true It's all a lie The smiles The laughs It's a facade
A small lake, crystal clear, the light of a magical sun reflecting on the scales of thousands of fishes, covered part of the clearing. The rest was decorated with a small bench and a garden of flowers well organized, forming a rainbow of colors. A small wooden hut, with a stable next to it, stood next to the garden. As they slowed their pace and approached the stables, it was with no surprise that they heard a voice, soft and calm, talking to the horse inside. “There you go, lovely. All cleaned up. Go, run now.” The chestnut horse didn’t need to be told twice, and took off running once freed from his master. Eiria watched it pass by, holding out her hand to meet the coat of the animal, the hairs gliding through her fingers as she smiled. Soon, a young man walked out of the stables. Short, fluffy black hair, dark and profound green eyes, Selim was a beautiful young man. A crown of flowers, one he had definitely made himself, sat skewed on his messy head. Freckles covered his olive skin, and he smiled as he saw the two visitors.