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She appeared with the winter,moving silently as the night. An ice queen. She never had any time for Gabe,nor anyone else. Florentine let no-one come close to her; always remained at a distance. Yet from the very first sighting Gabe had loved her. With ivory skin that reflected the moon, and sparkling eyes that outshone the stars. Flowing locks of gold that tumbled about her elfin body.
She looked fragile, precious. Yet underneath that cool exterior, who knows what sort of heart. She seemed cold, belonging only to winter, and as Gabe watched, Florentine trod the snow with such light, dainty footsteps, they barely left an imprint in the snow. And what mark she did leave was soon brushed away with the swish of her long, red, train like cloak.
Just before she entered the forest, Florentine gave Gabe one wistful look, as if to say, “It could never be.” Then, silently as she arrived, Florentine disappeared.
His ache seemed unbearable. Gabe sensed an icy cold shard penetrate, ripping his heart in two.