[She sits there for a moment, staring at the words, letting them wind around her mind, over and over.
That's all they are to her. Just words without much meaning, things she's yet to be able to decipher. If she could, she'd probably feel annoyed that she can't understand it or even conjure up a phantom of the emotion associated with it.]
In the stories they say love conquers all. It must be such an amazing thing to have so many stories and mythos dedicated to it. People will kill or die for it without a second thought.
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That's all they are to her. Just words without much meaning, things she's yet to be able to decipher. If she could, she'd probably feel annoyed that she can't understand it or even conjure up a phantom of the emotion associated with it.]
In the stories they say love conquers all. It must be such an amazing thing to have so many stories and mythos dedicated to it. People will kill or die for it without a second thought.
I hope one day to inspire such devotion.