Yet another failed connection. Walking back to my home, down the path that always passes their home. I keep my head down as I walk, twig and fresh fallen snow crunching beneath my boots. This is impossible. Father cannot possibly believe I’ll go for any that isn’t them. Doesn’t he understand my heart? He had mother, he should understand best. I look around, my attention snapped from the pity I was taking on myself. There they were, doing daily chores. My breath was immediately caught.
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