nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
Elias shook his head, "She was... a whore. Never worked in a brothel, had a pimp. He beat her when she became pregnant, and... one day she walked up to my stall, looking over one of my dresses and the guy she was with began to hit her. Right there, in broad daylight." He paused, "I took her in, promised to adopt her boy so her pimp couldn't get to him. We married shortly before the boy's birth, an extra measure to ensure both their safety." He fell into silence, for a moment.
When she spoke, though, he paid attention. She had a very poetic way of speaking, and that made him smile. "Ah, you? A shadow? Tsk. Not anymore. You're too vibrant to be a shadow." He commented, idly. When she stuttered over his statement, he just smiled.
"Mm, perhaps I am."
When she spoke, though, he paid attention. She had a very poetic way of speaking, and that made him smile. "Ah, you? A shadow? Tsk. Not anymore. You're too vibrant to be a shadow." He commented, idly. When she stuttered over his statement, he just smiled.
"Mm, perhaps I am."
Elias
