Through her eyes, pain was as clear as day.
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“What kind of life do you want to live?” holding her hand, Ezekiel spoke with utmost gentleness. ‘Is this a dream?’ in a field full of nothing but clear water and cloudless, blue sky, they stood in the middle of a mirror-like pond—It wasn’t deep, just enough for their feet to feel the calming water. Staring up at him full of longing, a warm smile is on her face.
“I want a life with you in it.” her hushed voice is pleasing to hear—it has a hint of determination, and traces of appreciative admiration to the man accompanying her. “How about you? what kind of life do you want to live?” chuckling, she returned the question back to him. “Am I…in it?”
Chuckling, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Of course. My life is already yours.” Th
