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I glance at the girl beside me. She's playing with her hair, that long glorious hair. It hangs down past her ankles so that it hovers just above the ground. I can see it shining slightly in the light. It is red, not orange like most hair, but actually red like apples in the summer. I can see the ribbons she has collected during our travels struggling to hold the hair tightly in a ponytail.
I move my gaze from her hair to her father's sword resting on her hip. I remmeber watching her fight with the blade. She moved so quickly, so gracefully as she parried a blow. So powerfully when she struck.
Finally I raise my eyes until they can take in her face. Her eyes, like sapphires, shine with energy. All the hardships we've faced have done nothing to dull their fire. Her lips, smooth and red. How many times have I thought of kissing them.
Suddenly I realize the seriousness of the situation. We could die at any time and my feelings will die with me. Or we'll suceed in our mission and she'll have to leave and I'll be forced to carry my feelings with me forever.
I come to a decision. "Monica, we need to talk."
I glance at the girl beside me. She's playing with her hair, that long glorious hair. It hangs down past her ankles so that it hovers just above the ground. I can see it shining slightly in the light. It is red, not orange like most hair, but actually red like apples in the summer. I can see the ribbons she has collected during our travels struggling to hold the hair tightly in a ponytail.
I move my gaze from her hair to her father's sword resting on her hip. I remmeber watching her fight with the blade. She moved so quickly, so gracefully as she parried a blow. So powerfully when she struck.
Finally I raise my eyes until they can take in her face. Her eyes, like sapphires, shine with energy. All the hardships we've faced have done nothing to dull their fire. Her lips, smooth and red. How many times have I thought of kissing them.
Suddenly I realize the seriousness of the situation. We could die at any time and my feelings will die with me. Or we'll suceed in our mission and she'll have to leave and I'll be forced to carry my feelings with me forever.
I come to a decision. "Monica, we need to talk."
