(A lover's view) I came over the hill and there she was, the girl I wish could be mine. She was small, only 5 feet tall on a good day, little hands, little feet, little nose. I found myself drifting into another place and snapped myself back, I told myself to focus, I told myself to stop this nonsense dreaming. That is when the wind blew and I could smell her, sweet and earthy, like she had been laying in the garden among the roses. Her ears laid back while that wind blew, those silver fluffy triangles that use to flutter against my face when she had a dream that woke her, a flick of her tail brushing the ends of her hair as it flowed down her back like a river made from the metal itself. That is when she turned her head toward me, her deep green eyes seeing into my very soul. I stopped, I couldn't move another step closer. You see, I was very much in love with her, to be quiet honest I loved everything about her, there wasn't a part that I didn't love. She had been sold though, my father sending her away from me in hopes that I would find a "normal" woman that would give me "normal" children. I couldn't stand the thought of her being traded off, to do the bidding of some nasty crook that thought of her only as a flower to be plucked from the garden of innocents. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her to run, to hide, to get away from this horrible place, but she spoke before I had the chance, "I don't want to leave, I love it here, this is the place I Know, where I grew up, where I learned. Most of all though, it is where you are." My heart sank, if it could have fallen out of my chest it would have landed on the ground. I stood there, silent. That is when she stood up and walked toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. I wanted to run to her and couldn't, I was frozen in my spot. She stopped just inches from me and raised her hand, it pressed against my cheek. Tears, that was all I could do, was let them flow. She smiled at me and then walked away, not another word, no goodbye, no I love you, no come with me, just her... walking away.

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">(A lover's view)<br>I came over the hill and there she was, the girl I wish could be mine. She was small, only 5 feet tall on a good day, little hands, little feet, little nose. I found myself drifting into another place and snapped myself back, I told myself to focus, I told myself to stop this nonsense dreaming. That is when the wind blew and I could smell her, sweet and earthy, like she had been laying in the garden among the roses. Her ears laid back while that wind blew, those silver fluffy triangles that use to flutter against my face when she had a dream that woke her, a flick of her tail brushing the ends of her hair as it flowed down her back like a river made from the metal itself. That is when she turned her head toward me, her deep green eyes seeing into my very soul. I stopped, I couldn't move another step closer. You see, I was very much in love with her, to be quiet honest I loved everything about her, there wasn't a part that I didn't love. She had been sold though, my father sending her away from me in hopes that I would find a "normal" woman that would give me "normal" children. I couldn't stand the thought of her being traded off, to do the bidding of some nasty crook that thought of her only as a flower to be plucked from the garden of innocents. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her to run, to hide, to get away from this horrible place, but she spoke before I had the chance, "I don't want to leave, I love it here, this is the place I Know, where I grew up, where I learned. Most of all though, it is where you are." My heart sank, if it could have fallen out of my chest it would have landed on the ground. I stood there, silent. That is when she stood up and walked toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. I wanted to run to her and couldn't, I was frozen in my spot. She stopped just inches from me and raised her hand, it pressed against my cheek. Tears, that was all I could do, was let them flow. She smiled at me and then walked away, not another word, no goodbye, no I love you, no come with me, just her... walking away.</div>