To set one free, is to see another one replace it.
--unknown.
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Finally, the destined hour of meeting her savior arrived.
Clad in soft hues of white and pink, Anastasia looks like a daughter from a novel family. Her coat gently wraps her warmly, and her gloved hands were feeling the coldness of anxiety and excitement washing over her. As soon as she can see the fountain in front of her, her eyes were immediately drawn to the man whose back is facing her.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a gentle figure. Smiling softly, she quickened her pace, now practically running with her boots clicking by the stone path leading to their spot.
Before she could even completely close their distance, Lewis turned around, making her stop and smile in relief when she saw him looking at her
