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[Willow Smythe]

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The metal around her finger grew colder with each passing day. No longer should she bear to don it, the icy feel biting into her skin. The brilliant, shining rubies continued to emit their lies of warmth. When first placed upon her finger it burned its place upon her hand, it nearly embedding itself with in her flesh, seemingly forever in its place. Now with the fire gone, it moved easily gliding along her finger.

Together, yet miles apart, bound yet wandering on opposite tracks. Roads to be followed. At the beginning, yet closing in on the end. Slowly, Willow rose from her spot, making little noise, hoping not to disturb his slumbering upstairs. She gazed upon her ring.

Such care went into its very creation. Care that now lay forgotten. Carelessly thrown aside, unwilling to accept the new path.

Willow quietly opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment, followed by an ink bottle and a quill. She lay the ring atop the desk as she wrote.
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Upon completion of the letter she slid off her bracelet, the twin to his own. It won't be needed if he truly knew where to look. Tears slid down from her green eyes, landing on the table.

She no longer cared to see the remorse upon his face. He looked upon her with shaken, uncertain eyes as he had the day he returned to the valley. Fallen and fractured was his newly built foundation. It crumbled more with every step toward him, yet she stood with her arms opened wide, ready to make a new grounding, yet he faltered, running back, resorting to the mishapened pieces of foundations past, desperately edging them in.

He had to but embrace her, surround her with his heat and a new footing could begin, yet he paused. The man Willow had come to know and love, fled and hid behind this old familiar skin of fear, refusing to budge. The very man that told her nearly a week ago

Let me be your strength, there's no one you need to protect here.
Such words were never spoken unto her before. Throughout her life, it was she who had to be strong. Until that moment, she never realized she needed to break, to begin mending. Scars upon her life, she merely placed a cloth over, hoping for a healing cover. Never leaving, festering just beneath her being, all remained. Her strength was beginning to fade, so this was her way of fighting to get it back.

Slowly, Willow stood from the table and walked to the door. She reached out her right hand and held the knob for a moment, and placed her left hand upon the door. She glanced at it and smiled softly, remembering. Seeing it, she knew that love would come again. As she opened the door, she said, perhaps a little louder than she intended, but softly just the same,

"May destiny guide you... my love"

She knew not if her road was his to take too but she closed the door and went on her way.
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