She first met him ten years ago.
It's funny. She'd never heard of any story resembling a legend, yet, along the path of her life, she had unknowingly written one herself. Perhaps it was as calm and clear as the sky after a breeze, perhaps it was unforgettable, or perhaps it was like a faint rosy cloud on the horizon, drifting away with a wave of the sleeve, never to return, leaving no trace of ever having existed. Whether or not it was all predestined, she knew she had no regrets.
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