Moving methodically, speaking melodically, her warm gaze searched his malachite eyes.
Her smile was hypnotic. Her giggle was enchanting.
Each little quirk struck a new chord.
Though he tried with all his might to deny, it didn't take him very long to discover she was already dancing upon his heart...
She opened her eyes, feeling the weight of a thousand vanquished dreams collapse upon her breast. Everything she ever wanted was shattered. Where could she go from here? She struggled to catch her breath, struggled to stand. But stand she did. Weakly, trembling, she set forth to realize new aspirations.
Is it not the destiny of every sprout to defy its roots and reach towards the sky?
The sapling grew tall and proud until the sky threatened to uproot it by its very branches. Thus the sapling wept growing up, afraid of becoming torn from its roots. Bent under its own weight, grown wizened and wise, to this day the Weeping Willow still reaches towards Mother Earth.
Boots click on tiled stone, their cacophony of sound dramatically dropping decibels with every explosive bang that echoes through the hall. A sharp smile grows wider, impossibly so, as suits falls with pulls of a trigger, sleek strides propelling them closer - a door, a final release, a freedom won.