It was the oldest romance. The one that taught him about romance and colo(u)red all the others of his life. No one else was ever like that one and no one else stirred such feelings that that one. There was nothing to do. Nothing to say. Nothing to be. He would always go back and always be sent away (it would quite run the ritual to be reaccepted in the end), not because he wanted to, but because he must. He must always.
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It was the oldest romance. The one that taught him about romance and colo(u)red all the others of his life. No one else was ever like that one and no one else stirred such feelings that that one. There was nothing to do. Nothing to say. Nothing to be. He would always go back and always be sent away (it would quite run the ritual to be reaccepted in the end), not because he wanted to, but because he must. He must always.