If onlyA hooded figure swept through the bustling street, green cape flowing behind him. The shouts of merchants filled his ears as he searched intently for the perfect gift for his wife. Fabric to make a new dress perhaps?
No, Haili had enough dresses. Everything his eyes saw seemed to mundane, too common for the love of his life. No, she needed something special, something that could show her how much he loved her the way his words couldn't.
At last, something caught his eye.
It was a necklace, the chain delicate and golden. The pendant that adorned the chain was a heart, obviously hand crafted with careful and skilled fingers. The heart itself was carved out of a deep blue sapphire.
"How much?" he murmured, gesturing towards the jewelery. The merchant turned to look at the face of this potential customar, and gasped when his eyes met sharp, intelligant green ones.
"Prince Loki, I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Loss? What did he mean loss? A painful memory threatened to surface in his min
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The windows of the small flat were dark, the front door locked tightly. She was out, he concluded after a few moments of watching the house for movement. Where she had gone, he wasn't sure, but he knew that it was now or never if he wanted to win her back.
John clutched the bouquet of roses tightly in one of his hands while the other slipped into his trousers pocket and jingled his house keys around nervously. If anyone of her neighbors caught him snooping around the house again, they'd call the police. It had already happened once, and he had gotten extremely lucky when he had escaped them.
Quickly as he could, John reached under the third flower pot to the right, and grasped the key that he knew would be there. He glanced behind him, paranoid that people were watching, and caught glimpse of an elderly women peering through her window at him from across the street.
"Shit." he muttered as his hands fumbled with the keys until finally he unlocked the door and fled into the darkness. The