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1939, Manchester, England
The world was on verge of end...Again. People dying ...again. Authorities spending money like hell... Again. It doesn't matter to Aster Maxime though... Because her world had Ended... Long before the wars .. long before the terror started.. Her world was crushed from the moment she took birth and her mother died from childbirth. Now 23 years later she stared at the beautiful woman in the picture. Aster had got her hairs and eyes....Hazel...A lone tear betrayed her as it made its way down her cheeks. She didn't wipe it.. Just let it flow.
"Aster !" A heavy voice bellowed its way to her ears and shook with terror. She ran downstairs with the an unimaginable speed for bearing a chubby body as her. "Coming Father" She replied in her timid yet soft voice. As she made her way to stand before her father. Her father Major Gerald Maxime was a highly recognised man in England.
As she made her way down the stairs , her father stood in with all the badges on his uniform on...Oh How she wished to see her mother standing besides her father...
"I am called for the urgent meeting." He said with his head held high ...In a voice that could scare anyone.
"With the war in the air ...I may not return for a while...listen to Ms. Clara. Got it ?"
"Yes Father "
"Don't be stupid and don't go out of the house".
"Yes Father "
"Oh how I wish I had a son to accompany me to a war like this. "He muttered as he passed a quick glare of disgust in her direction, picked his heavy trunk up and went out of the door.
"Bye Father..."
She whispered as she heard the carriage outside pulled up to God knows where. ..
Aster slumped on her bed empty stomach that night , clutching her mother's picture to her heart . A flood of emotions erupted from her...as the flood of tears long unshed . .All bottled up...decided to break apart the dam of fake strong mask, that she wore with pride everyday.
"A son...He wanted a son..look at you. ..who would want a daughter like you ..so ....pathetic she sobbed as she seethed all her anger on particularly no one....and maybe without knowing she escaped in the world of dreams. ...And at last doing what she have been doing ....running from reality.
The breeze was pleasing on her skin ...her hair danced with the wind. The ocean was beautiful and the sand of the beach was so soft on the sole of her feet. She wiggled her toes digging into wet soft sand...Her hazel orbs gleamed with giddiness as a small chuckle escaped her soft pink lips. Aster peered down herself , noticing a pale blue sundress complementing her pale skin . She was happy. ..she had never been to beach....but if this was what it looked like...then she loved beaches now..She twirled a little as if she was a child again.
This was first time for him...dreaming of a girl swirling in a sundress , on a beach. ...an empty beach except for them.
As if noticing his presence the girl stopped and with her piercing hazel eyes stared at him with confusion which matched the expression on his face...The girl was ...Average looking girl of London....her pale skin and dirty blond curls gave that away...
He cautiously stepped near her as if still not believing that she was there.
The guy Aster stared at...was simply gorgeous..She had met very less male humans in her life...but never this gorgeous....A mob of silky brown curls disheveled on his head...He was wearing a loose v- neck and a pair of khaki shorts...His skin was sun kissed but what attracted her to step forward were those eyes...His eyes were as deep as ocean besides them...With a flick of mysterious forest green....They were simply beautiful ..
1939, Manchester, England
The world was on verge of end...Again. People dying ...again. Authorities spending money like hell... Again. It doesn't matter to Aster Maxime though... Because her world had Ended... Long before the wars .. long before the terror started.. Her world was crushed from the moment she took birth and her mother died from childbirth. Now 23 years later she stared at the beautiful woman in the picture. Aster had got her hairs and eyes....Hazel...A lone tear betrayed her as it made its way down her cheeks. She didn't wipe it.. Just let it flow.
"Aster !" A heavy voice bellowed its way to her ears and shook with terror. She ran downstairs with the an unimaginable speed for bearing a chubby body as her. "Coming Father" She replied in her timid yet soft voice. As she made her way to stand before her father. Her father Major Gerald Maxime was a highly recognised man in England.
As she made her way down the stairs , her father stood in with all the badges on his uniform on...Oh How she wished to see her mother standing besides her father...
"I am called for the urgent meeting." He said with his head held high ...In a voice that could scare anyone.
"With the war in the air ...I may not return for a while...listen to Ms. Clara. Got it ?"
"Yes Father "
"Don't be stupid and don't go out of the house".
"Yes Father "
"Oh how I wish I had a son to accompany me to a war like this. "He muttered as he passed a quick glare of disgust in her direction, picked his heavy trunk up and went out of the door.
"Bye Father..."
She whispered as she heard the carriage outside pulled up to God knows where. ..
Aster slumped on her bed empty stomach that night , clutching her mother's picture to her heart . A flood of emotions erupted from her...as the flood of tears long unshed . .All bottled up...decided to break apart the dam of fake strong mask, that she wore with pride everyday.
"A son...He wanted a son..look at you. ..who would want a daughter like you ..so ....pathetic she sobbed as she seethed all her anger on particularly no one....and maybe without knowing she escaped in the world of dreams. ...And at last doing what she have been doing ....running from reality.
The breeze was pleasing on her skin ...her hair danced with the wind. The ocean was beautiful and the sand of the beach was so soft on the sole of her feet. She wiggled her toes digging into wet soft sand...Her hazel orbs gleamed with giddiness as a small chuckle escaped her soft pink lips. Aster peered down herself , noticing a pale blue sundress complementing her pale skin . She was happy. ..she had never been to beach....but if this was what it looked like...then she loved beaches now..She twirled a little as if she was a child again.
This was first time for him...dreaming of a girl swirling in a sundress , on a beach. ...an empty beach except for them.
As if noticing his presence the girl stopped and with her piercing hazel eyes stared at him with confusion which matched the expression on his face...The girl was ...Average looking girl of London....her pale skin and dirty blond curls gave that away...
He cautiously stepped near her as if still not believing that she was there.
The guy Aster stared at...was simply gorgeous..She had met very less male humans in her life...but never this gorgeous....A mob of silky brown curls disheveled on his head...He was wearing a loose v- neck and a pair of khaki shorts...His skin was sun kissed but what attracted her to step forward were those eyes...His eyes were as deep as ocean besides them...With a flick of mysterious forest green....They were simply beautiful ..