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「 The girl bore a jovial smile on her spectre-like, pallid countenance. Her lucid ocean glass eyes gleamed under the burning sun, and with her porcelain skin she reached out her hand to him...」

"That's not it.", the black-haired girl muttered, a curt sigh escaped alongside in dismay. Agitation seized the petite girl, and she reached out her hand, pet the cat's pitch black fur. Aku was his name. The girl languidly took heed of the ambience in virescent bowers, beside her Aku was sleeping soundly and purred occasionally whenever a ladybug or a butterfly landed on his small muzzle.

It was a late autumn day of August, where the trees slowly mouldered and the leaves clad in Campari-dripped raiments, her short black hair that resembled the night sky danced in the shrill wind, and her dark eyes as deep as abyss fluttered every so often, feeling the gentle hand of zephyr caressed her porcelain skin.

Slowly drifted into a slumber, the infelicitous maiden was only to be awoken by her peer's piercing falsetto, oblivious to the turning cogs bestowed upon her accursed fate.

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In the raven-haired's peripheral vision was a fair maiden yonder, long and silken sun-kissed tufts embraced her round and rosy cheeks, and her exuberant sapphire eyes shone underneath the penumbra of the deteriorateing trees. She was clad in a simple knee-length, deep purple dress with short sleeves, and a white sash elegantly tied on her waist, ingenuously framing the pulchritudinous figure of the young lady.

"Melan!", the blonde ardently called, her voice sweeter than syrup that even angels coveted, in the ether dispersed the ever so sweet pæan, and the bubbly girl would skip to the girl whose hair darker than ebony that was petting her dear cat, and whom was called Melan.

The lustred fair tress cascaded down the resplendent young lady's back, and she would wave vigorously and smiled graciously at her dear monotonous friend, she by the name of Lenore.

For Lenore was the loveliest of the lovely wan moonbeams in the black-haired's piteous life, and no man can dissever Melan from her beloved beauteous Lenore.

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Melan silently stared at her dear Lenore, lineament unchanged, and her pallid hand holding a black pen continued to trace athwart the beige book of hers, and the pen-begotten words marked down on the once empty, light cream-colored pages.

"What is it, Lenore?", the petite girl asked, though it sounded like a soft whisper, the words still reached the ear of the older blonde girl.

The blonde girl, nevertheless, ignored her fellow's question, and went on with her own. "What are you doing, Melan? Writing again?", she asked, her voice laced with a hint of excitement and amusement. Indeed, this was not the first time the raven-haired had written her unique stories. The younger girl would often be seen with her nose stuck in a book, for she adored yon ravishing stories within yon mesmerizing books, and she would love to create one of her own.

It was not of a perturbation for the girl to write her stories, for she was such an ornate person. However, despite the girl's complexed and sophisticated vocabulary, there was one thing she lacked...

"Your story is getting better. That's great, Melan!", Lenore exclaimed cheerfully. "Still, it's quite inhuman...", the blonde's voice was softer, and on her face painted a frown. Lenore heaved a curt sigh, and she continued after a halt; "It lacked emotions."

As quickly as it came, the frown on the blonde's face was capriciously switched to what seemed to be a playful smile, and without preambles she deliberately declared, her eyes seized inflamed resolution; "I will teach you about human emotions!"

Melan was surprised, or that's what she think a human would call this sentiment. She was overwhelmed by Lenore's resolution and her serious mien, and her dark eyes widened, her hand slowly moved to the short red necktie above her bosom, and fiddled with it.

The deadly silence disseminated among the two. The raven-haired's head abruptly hung down, her hand dropped to the dewed meadow, and then she leisurely lifted her head to meet the older girl's gaze. Softly, her lips-begotten words echoed in their ambience; "Then, please take care of me."

Hence, began their wistful story as they ventured down the rabbit hole.

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