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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)

I mean just promising a child Revenge is practically not the best way to go.

Promising a child Revenge is not the best way to go but yet I realise that it is a necessary way to go at this point. I mean at least someone should have their revenge.

They should have a little bit of revenge on the people of this stupid winter house, i don't even know if it is a winter house or if it's the winter house.

From now if it is simply a dungeon that sets its mind on torturing people, this boy has lost his father and has not responded because some stupid set of people simply wanted to settle a fight.

It seems the moment this fact clicks in my head I simply smile. I smile because I have something to say to him now. Before I had been lost for words, i had simply been speaking based on my emotion which i'm guessing is not good.

It's not good when you're feeling nauseous and angry and then you are talking to someone at the same time.

I'm guessing that it will give the person more righteous fury if it already hasn't.

"Do you know that I also don't have a daddy and a mum too?" I say looking at him and his eyes splay wide open in surprise.

"What happened to them?" he says and I smile at him.

"They were involved in an accident and now they're also under the ground"

"Why is it that everyone seems to be going under the ground?" he says stamping his feet in frustration and I have to smile at this.

I have to smile at this because the boy looks decidedly cute doing this.

His clothes are still dirty, he looks like he hasn't eaten for days now and his skin, flawless skin and golden blonde hair, everything is simply in a state of disarray.

I wonder who would have even brought a child like this here. I mean aren't you even placing him in fatal danger by bringing him to a place like this.

"You said your dad made this?" I say looking at the crossbow and he nods his head.

"Did you see him fight then?" I asked him and he shakes his head in the same cute manner he did before.

"Daddy never fights. He was handing the weapons out to people who wanted to".

I feel a hot anger shoot through me, i feel really angry because the man wasn't even supposed to be involved in all this. He wasn't supposed to be caught up in all this stupidity, he was probably a weapons master who had come here to help with whatever they would need.

He had probably come here on a hire, seeking to show his child this beautiful place and earn some money at the same time but now he's dead.

He is dead and he is six feet under the ground because some dumb court simply decided to throw a massacre.

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