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...0am? I sighed under my breath. It must have been...I had been out here for a while now. I pulled the hood of my deep red cloak down a bit, hiding my thick black hair. Where is he? I thought to myself, nervously picking at the peeling deep green paint.

I clutched a letter close to my heart..it seemed to belong there. I read the name on the envelope out loud again, hushed though as if I was keeping it all to myself. My heat fluttered suddenly and the sound of hooves grew near.

I swung myself down from the rail, leaving my blanket and tea behind. All I needed was my letter, and my love. Then something caught me off guard. It wasn't my love riding on the chestnut mare I knew so well. It was somebody riding a heavy black horse. Sweat made the huge animal gleam like a freshly polished stone in the moonlight as he grew nearer. The person on his back was wearing a thick black cloak, easily hiding their face.

I stepped forward....who could it be?

My Love

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