Description: Of his promised arrival, she waits in tranquility, blending with nature and its resources. She waits in the distant wood where he swore to get her, abandoning the ones before her for the promised merit. She knew he would come, or rather, that's one phrase she repeated again and again in her head. Months and years pass by, and still... she waits.
(This is a pair submission, search Wixaro in tags to see the other, or search Caesaro via username category and click: He Moves...)