"He sustained me through a lonely and painful time, and I had to work hard to be worthy of being his oak tree."
"Who is he?"
"The warm sunshine of winter."
She stood next to me, smiling and looking at the man opposite who was waving to her. The phoenix blew through her black hair and brown eyes, allowing me to see the shape of her mouth, and she said: "I love you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
