pasargadae

A Garden full of Stars

pasargadae

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"-I love you.- A soft voice whispers in my ear. —Really?- I ask skeptically. —Of course I do.- Alia tilts her head a little to the left. I would've told you that. —It's just that... I can't believe someone as sweet...- I brush a black lock off her face.- can love someone as unhappy and bitter as I am. She smiles, and with her hand caressing her face, I continue: —You are the only thing that proves to me that happiness exists. The only bit of color in my world so gray. —I love you.- said Alia- I'll repeat as much as it takes to make you believe. For the first time in years I smile." —--------------¤--------------- In the Kingdom of Pasargada there is no sadness. There is no pain. In Him there are no tears or suffering. In the kingdom of Pasargada all people are happy. All but one. In order for all citizens to be happy, one person must be the receiver for all sadness, pain, suffering, hurt and rancor. A person must not smile. A person is not allowed joy. King. Alia was born and raised in happy days. She only knows sweetness and joy. Aaron was born in a golden cradle, but his days were of heartache and suffering. He only knows sadness and pain. Nothing can unite them. As long as it is. Nothing can separate them when it isn't.
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