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It came along with the chiming of the old clock in the grand hall, welcoming the first hour of daybreak; the front door opened. Instinctively she felt the pillow next to her head; it was empty, but still warm. Panicking, she struggled to remove herself from the bed, rushing so much as to cause herself to become twisted in its sheets. Forcibly throwing them aside she darted to the frighteningly large door across the room. On the way out, but before rushing out the door of the room, she grasped the rose pink, lace dressing gown from its place on the settee. Every second, every raced heartbeat, they felt as if eternity was passing by while she ran through the manor in the direction of the front door.
"Wait", she cried out frantically, but the door had just closed shut. As she could not stop herself, her body slammed into the thick wooden door with a loud echoing bang. The pain pulsed down to her fingertips; trembling she opened the door, light streaming onto her face, just in time to see the carriage door shut. Taking exactly five steps out onto the pale, lightly frosted ground she thought her heart would explode from her chest.
"Wait, stop", it was spoken as if a mouse had spoke her words instead. Her mind was blank; she could not think of a single something.
"Please, stop!" She shouted, and suddenly felt a certain warmth on her face; ignoring it she could not think of anything but what was happening right before her eyes. The carriage stopped moving toward the freezing iron front gate and the door swung open. He lifted his head out, the face, shocked with mouth agape and eyes wide open.
Climbing out of the carriage, slowly he walked over the snow to her. She was so beautiful; the way the first rays of the new day made her fair face and auburn hair glow and sparkle. He paused, the sparkles, he thought, those are tears; and he rushed to her.
Looking down, her tears continuously dropped onto the white ground, instantly digging tiny holes into which she wished that she could crawl into. In an instant there was warmth of a different sort on her cheek. His hand, caressing her face and softly wiping away her tears, felt the same as before when they were with the pink blossoms at the lake in the Spring. Alas it was not the same, not in the least. She continued weeping and he continued wiping away each hot tear that would run down her cheek.
"Please," she choked, "don't leave".
"I am sorry," he murmured, "I must, it is my duty."
She began crying harder, he embraced her tighter than she had ever felt before. Unlike her previous heartbeat this moment did not seem infinite, however she could feel his heartbeat and warmth within her own. But then he let go, kissed her forehead, and wiped away the remaining tears on her flushed cheeks. Leaving one of his hands on her cheek he turned around and began taking steps away from her with his head dropped low. She could not let him go, his hand was slipping away, she could not breathe and thus collapsed to her knees; right over of the shallow holes in the frost created by her warm tears.
Once again he turned to look at his love; seeing her on the snow he fell to his knees as well. Her hands covered her beautiful face, therefore he slowly felt over her arms to her hands, memorizing every detail. Intertwining his fingers in hers he removed them from her face. He was locked in her eyes, then running his fingers through her long, wavy hair. Without the necessity of conscious thought he kissed her, long and passionately.
She had the strain of knowing that this could be their last kiss, forever. Even so, it was the most wonderful kiss of her life. Moving her hands up the side of his face, through his short hair, and back to his warm neck with her thumbs on his ears she no longer feel any cold, only his touch. His hands, shifting through her hair, down to her neck, and back to her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs were soft and still warm.
Sadly, that too, could not last a lifetime. He pulled back and, with one more stroke her face, rose up onto his feet. Walking back to the carriage, he spoke almost silently, "I love you."
She started to cry again and screamed, "Don't leave, I love you!" He solemnly looked back over his shoulder through the window of the carriage, however, he then gestured for the driver to start the horse; he was disappearing from sight.
She could not take the heartache anymore and she completely fell forward onto his footprints. Even with the sun continuing to shine on the world it began to snow, slowly and softly the small flakes fell onto her gown and into her hair. She merely wept into the snow, as that was the only thing she could do, as those footprints were the last remnants of him that remained with her.

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It came along with the chiming of the old clock in the grand hall, welcoming the first hour of daybreak; the front door opened. Instinctively she felt the pillow next to her head; it was empty, but still warm. Panicking, she struggled to remove herself from the bed, rushing so much as to cause herself to become twisted in its sheets. Forcibly throwing them aside she darted to the frighteningly large door across the room. On the way out, but before rushing out the door of the room, she grasped the rose pink, lace dressing gown from its place on the settee. Every second, every raced heartbeat, they felt as if eternity was passing by while she ran through the manor in the direction of the front door.
"Wait", she cried out frantically, but the door had just closed shut. As she could not stop herself, her body slammed into the thick wooden door with a loud echoing bang. The pain pulsed down to her fingertips; trembling she opened the door, light streaming onto her face, just in time to see the carriage door shut. Taking exactly five steps out onto the pale, lightly frosted ground she thought her heart would explode from her chest.
"Wait, stop", it was spoken as if a mouse had spoke her words instead. Her mind was blank; she could not think of a single something.
"Please, stop!" She shouted, and suddenly felt a certain warmth on her face; ignoring it she could not think of anything but what was happening right before her eyes. The carriage stopped moving toward the freezing iron front gate and the door swung open. He lifted his head out, the face, shocked with mouth agape and eyes wide open.
Climbing out of the carriage, slowly he walked over the snow to her. She was so beautiful; the way the first rays of the new day made her fair face and auburn hair glow and sparkle. He paused, the sparkles, he thought, those are tears; and he rushed to her.
Looking down, her tears continuously dropped onto the white ground, instantly digging tiny holes into which she wished that she could crawl into. In an instant there was warmth of a different sort on her cheek. His hand, caressing her face and softly wiping away her tears, felt the same as before when they were with the pink blossoms at the lake in the Spring. Alas it was not the same, not in the least. She continued weeping and he continued wiping away each hot tear that would run down her cheek.
"Please," she choked, "don't leave".
"I am sorry," he murmured, "I must, it is my duty."
She began crying harder, he embraced her tighter than she had ever felt before. Unlike her previous heartbeat this moment did not seem infinite, however she could feel his heartbeat and warmth within her own. But then he let go, kissed her forehead, and wiped away the remaining tears on her flushed cheeks. Leaving one of his hands on her cheek he turned around and began taking steps away from her with his head dropped low. She could not let him go, his hand was slipping away, she could not breathe and thus collapsed to her knees; right over of the shallow holes in the frost created by her warm tears.
Once again he turned to look at his love; seeing her on the snow he fell to his knees as well. Her hands covered her beautiful face, therefore he slowly felt over her arms to her hands, memorizing every detail. Intertwining his fingers in hers he removed them from her face. He was locked in her eyes, then running his fingers through her long, wavy hair. Without the necessity of conscious thought he kissed her, long and passionately.
She had the strain of knowing that this could be their last kiss, forever. Even so, it was the most wonderful kiss of her life. Moving her hands up the side of his face, through his short hair, and back to his warm neck with her thumbs on his ears she no longer feel any cold, only his touch. His hands, shifting through her hair, down to her neck, and back to her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs were soft and still warm.
Sadly, that too, could not last a lifetime. He pulled back and, with one more stroke her face, rose up onto his feet. Walking back to the carriage, he spoke almost silently, "I love you."
She started to cry again and screamed, "Don't leave, I love you!" He solemnly looked back over his shoulder through the window of the carriage, however, he then gestured for the driver to start the horse; he was disappearing from sight.
She could not take the heartache anymore and she completely fell forward onto his footprints. Even with the sun continuing to shine on the world it began to snow, slowly and softly the small flakes fell onto her gown and into her hair. She merely wept into the snow, as that was the only thing she could do, as those footprints were the last remnants of him that remained with her.