She was right there waiting for him. He though there was an angel after all and she was his. He was happy to see her. Beneath the happy brave face there was a hidden pain, there was hope, there was trepidation, desperately trying to hide his anxiety which was slowly creeping out like a shadow growing on the wall turning into a humongous monster ready to swallow.
She was there as if she was the keeper of the monster, to the one it would abide against all odds and he felt the anguish and distress starting to fade and in the process weakening him yet leaving a trace of anticipation of what was yet to come. She walked over and took his hand and could see
In spite of the distress he was in, she could see the essence of his inner beauty radiates through dark brown eyes. It brought her closer to what one would remember in the fondest memories of childhood. The aroma that surrounded those memories seems to leak from pores of the beholder that stares upon thee.
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