A Scheming Woman’s Tale

Graceful and charming, delicate and captivating, with long, flowing hair that seemed to float free of the world. Yet she could not let him go. Was it obsession, or…? Dashing and debonair, handsome and refined, courteous and gentle. Yet he could not stop imagining her. Was it true devotion, or…? The first time he met her, she wore red, her fiery passion driving him to flee. When they met again, she wore black, as cold as water, acting as though nothing had happened. Their hearts stirred like waves, yet neither was willing to yield. Drawn to each other, would they hold hands and grow old together, or would their love be as deep as the sea, only for them to part and go their separate ways…