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brown hair whipping in the wind, feeling the pure, uncomplicated joy of the moment. It w

grief-it all seemed to melt away under the warmth of the afternoon

me from the sidelines

glances from young men, intrigued by the girl with the sad eyes and the brilliant, sudden smile

d tore across the square. The kite string

y control. It tumbled through the air, soaring wildly before its string ca

ried, as we both hur

ch, even if we jumped. A wave of disappointment washed over me. It was just a

a warm, cheerful voice with a hint o

a hand

my breath caug

the most handsome man I had ever seen. Golden hair

er S

d warrior, a contemporary of Bennet's at the Alpha Academy. We had been in the same rooms

was filled with such genuine warmth that I felt an answerin

then launched himself upwards. He moved with a fluid, animal grace, ea

progress swift and sure. He reached the trapped kite, untan

he grass in front of me. He was holding my moon kite, complete

lo effect around his golden hair. He w

pleasant rumble. He held the kite out t