I didn't reply, but I thought to myself that whatever he may or may not be, he played life to win.
"Besides what, Dolly?" she asked anxiously, her voice quavering. Nhng b trang phc này ch yu s c to thành t nhng b trang phc mà các nhân vt có th d liu trc ây ã mc trong series, nh Dolce, t Rune Factory 4. And besides." I trailed off, and Pico floated nearer to me. có c 13 trang phc c quyn trong Rune Factory 5, bn phi mua Earthmate Edition ca trò chi. "He's every bit as noble as Arthur, who is a Prince by birth. "Go away, Pico," I frowned in annoyance at her carping. "Just who does he think he is, anyway? Prince, indeed!" "See you later, then!"Īs he turned and left, walking back towards the castle of the Dragon God where he lived, Pico reappeared, still in a huff. "Great! How about I come by for you around, say, 19:00? It should be starting to cool down a little by then." I nodded, and he smiled warmly. sounds acceptable," I replied after a little hesitation. Maybe you'd prefer to go this evening instead, after it's cooled off a little? We could walk over to Keeno Lake and watch the sunset." I turned quickly and looked at him, surprised. I was hoping you'd like to join me on a walk." "I'm not fond of hot weather, really," I stated, turning away to hide my cheeks. "Good morning, Dolce," he called out as he strode down the street towards me. With a reproachful, injured glare, she disappeared from sight. "Dolly?" Pico repeated anxiously, hoping I would agree. And that upset me, this visible sign of my inner perturbance. I didn't reply, but I felt my heart beat a little faster, and then my cheeks grew warm with that realization. Perfect-pants! Oh, why doesn't he just go away already? Can't he tell you're not interested in him? Right, Dolly?" And in the end, I decided I had two choices: I could push him away, too, and build the walls up again, or I could take the hand he offered me in friendship, step over the rubble that was all that remained of my former barricade, and face life-if not exactly without fear, then at least with courage. Yet he was also tender-hearted and loving and compassionate. He was a man's man in many ways: tough, strong, keen on sport, and popular with men and women alike. Not for the rare few like him-those who lived life with neither fear nor regret. Walls were meant for those like me, who feared closeness and, most of all, rejection. And I suppose in a way, they didn't-not for him. But then he came along and broke through the walls I'd carefully constructed as if they'd never existed. Not even with the few friends I made, back before I began to shut everyone out. really never could say what I wanted to say, to say how I felt.
To be honest, I'd been very lonely before he came into my life.
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