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" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

A Snowy Marriage (A Christmas agreement)

He will win, he will win, he will win, this is the mantra that I am reciting over and over again in my head.

This is the mantra that i am reciting over and over again in my head as the fight is about to start.

They go a very good distance away from each other and I wonder why this is happening, the pale guys face looks solemn, it looks stoic and serious and then I see exactly what he's using to fight.

I see exactly what he's going to be using as weapons to fight because he removes twin blades from somewhere that I cannot see.

"Is it only me that sees that, or did we all see it?" I asked Alice and she nods her head.

"I think he has straps on his back" she says.

She's saying this nervously and I'm shooting at her a very awry glare because I clearly do not see straps on that guy's back. I mean his back is practically bare, he isn't wearing any shirts and only the straps of blades are on him.

Well it's not really a strap as much as it is an array of blades that he has on his skin, but still that is by the way.

The two blades that he is holding, the twin blades that he is holding they look, they, they look deadly and dangerous and I can feel my stomach already dropping in trepidation at this.

"Is there any way that Adrian has a chance?" I ask her and she looks at me, a curious look on her face.

"Do you really think Adrian is that stupid?" she says and I shake my head.

"I know him to be wise, I know him to be resourceful, I know him to have a good heart but yet do all those things really matter in a fight to the death?"

She looks at me like I already know the answer and I sigh to myself.

"Let's just watch this fight and see how it goes".

I am not sure if those things matter, i am not sure if those things matter because exactly what will a good heart help you to do in a fight that is to the death.

I mean a good heart would ensure that you did not kill your opponent, yet your opponent might kill you the very next second because not everyone is that good.

Everyone has a whole new definition of good in their mind and so it is simply left to fate to decide.

I am begging whatever luck I have, I am begging whoever resides in the sky that Adrian does not die.

I am begging so furiously as I pinch the bridge of my nose practically releasing a groan.

I should have not let him do this, I should have let him hire somebody else, my confidence in him is wavering, it is wavering so precariously that I cannot tell you exactly how terrified I am of this fight that is about to start.

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