Freya 1

Freya sat huddled under an oak tree as she lost in her thoughts that wander in the space of time. Some people pay attention to the girl who sat huddled under an oak tree in a quiet corner of the park. "What is in doing girl?" , "Is what she is?" , "Why did she?" That's the questions that came out of the minds of the people who saw her while whispering to each other.
Freya, the girl could hear clearly the words that came out although very slowly as the wind. Her eyes closed in her face in buried between her knees. Various kinds of shadows appear one after another in her mind, to overshadow her subconscious.
Still stuck in the shadows in her mind, a person close to Freya. Steps like the wind, so quiet and mild when the foot switch each other from one foot to another. He crouched in front of Freya is still curled up under an oak tree, his hand slowly to touch the shoulder Freya. Have not touched that hand, Freya mild shaking, choking back the hands for a moment, when her jet black hair was again quiet, the hand was creeping on her left shoulder.
The touch is felt in the shoulder, like Freya woke from her dream. Her face looked up to the front raised a young man who was before her. Both face each other eye, the eye was quiet and mute speak in sign language how stare.
The young man stood in front of Freya, then he reached out to Freya. Freya welcomed the offer of the hand gently, then she stood up with the help of the hand that sustain it.
Both are still at each other, but this time their hands warm hand in hand in hand. The wind also blows hit their faces flashed through her hair gently in the wind that seemed to welcome the two beings who stood under a shady oak tree.
"Let's go home." Short said the young man. But the little girl ducked just silent. The young man strengthen his hand that took Freya but remain in softness. "It was afternoon." Short added. Freya looked up and stared at her then smiled and nodded. The young man smiled back at Freya. Now both of them walked out of an oak tree and a garden city.
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Several years went by, the little girl who used to sit huddled under an oak tree has now grown into a beautiful teenager full of joy that characterizes her face. With the talent that she owned, she has many friends around her.
However, when the rainy day, she sat alone and stared at the drops of water falling with eyes full of somber reflection. Blank stare staring deep into the cloudy sky.
Sometimes also, seen tears streaming down her cheeks faintly under the rain shadow flashed. At the time someone accidentally looked at that melancholy eyes, her heart felt like a slice and tear the birth of the girl. But, only those who look with a sincere heart can.
Her face was like describing a piece of news events, so close but far. Difficult to describe what's on his mind, only it feels .. Painful.