Then he saw it; a clear image of Anala. In all this brightness, there she stood all in white with her grey hair falling past her shoulders. He felt his eyes relax from all the squinting and the glaring. It was as if the light was comforting him.
She really wanted to enjoy her walk, but she just couldn't. He said he loved her, but... he wasn't a Noble nor a Knight. What was she to do? What was she supposed to feel? She'd have to uproot her entire life just to be with him. "Could I really do that?" she asked herself. "Do I love him that much? Wait... I love him..." Литовченко Евгения - Зима, уходи!