The strand of hair fluttered about her face, caressing her every now and then, as if in complete submission to her beauty. Her blank straight face posed a contrast, made all the more stark by the absence of any cue. An emotion would have been an acknowledgment, the indifference seemed unnecessary an authority over submission.
Twas a scream that only she could hear, enveloped by the silence around. It's shrillness like the chilly winter breeze cutting through her ears. She made a deliberate effort to let it pass, but it seemed impregnable. It instead passaged its way inside her, like a cold hollow, deeper and deeper so long as it became unbearable to contain and she wished she could divulge it all at once...
"Your dreams, however trivial they might seem, are very sacred. Do not bargain them for anything, they are essentially yours. If you lose them, you shall lose a part of yourself, never to be found again. If someone wants to be with you, they should accept you as one complete whole, and not as pieces they chose to approve of you."
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