He peaked over the bulwark and gazed up to her beautiful face, silently swooning. The lines of her frame so softly sharp that it'd cut you before you even touched her. The intricate details of her features only added majesty and elegance that was already freely commended on. And the way her hands brushed over her cheeks.. made him nearly fall over the wall.
The boy was only twelve years old. But such a beauty had already captured his heart. He'd risk all the cuts his body could endure if he could just touch her once. His hands forever jealous of his eyes, yearning to lay themselves upon her bosom. He daydreamed of demolishing that wretched wall and protecting her with every tool he could muster. Using the arts inherited from his master he would keep her alive even after his death.
And yet every day as the apprentice walked home from the shop, taking his time to admire the perfect design of this ancient clock tower, he could only move forward as the time ticked away.
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
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