1. Trust is a strange thing. Some give it until you lose it and others withhold it until you earn it. Anna was in the first category, except she kept trusting even after she shouldn't have. Unfortunately for her, this cost her her life.
Her breathing slowed as she looked up into his cold, heartless eyes and somehow, even then, she managed to see something of a compassion there that no one else had ever managed to see. After all, he was still holding her there. He had refused to let her go. "I, I forgive you," she whispered. And then ever so slowly, she closed her eyes and drifted away. He held her head for a moment in silence and then slowly lowered her to the concrete below, his black gloves careful not to leave any more marks. And then, with a solemn face, he turned, walked away, and never looked back. Trust is a strange thing.
2. Spring is my favorite season: so full of life and love and happiness. Everything seems possible in the spring time. The birds sing their merry songs and the flowers start to bloom. Maybe this season, I might even find what I've been looking for.
Spring is my least favorite season: so full of false hope and lies. I never would have guessed before how far I'd come to realize this. Nothing ever turns out as it should. No one really knows what tomorrow may bring: it could be happiness or it could be heartache. For me, it's always been both, but the happiness is as fleeting as the birds or the flowers or the springtime. And somehow, strangely, after all this time, I'm finally okay with that.
Spring is my favorite season. It shows itself for what it is: new beginnings taking the place of old life. There can never be new growth without previous death. That is why its so beautiful: not simply because its new, but because its taking the place of something old that has faded away. I will always love the spring, not matter what it may or may not bring.
3. When someone loves you, nothing else matters, or so I've been told. Maybe someday I'll find out for myself whether or not that is true.
Even though it didn't last, I was happy, and I know it will be happy again. When someone loves you, nothing else matters. I know now for a fact that this is true.
4. It was always my dream to play in the orchestra. I knew I wasn't that good, but that didn't stop me from dreaming. We all have dreams, realistic or not, this is the story of what happened as a result of mine.
I think I must have cried off and on for weeks after that night. There's really nothing to describe such an experience; you just have to feel it for yourself. No matter what anyone else might say, I would never want to have it any other way. After all, I fulfilled the dream I had always truly wanted, even though it meant I had to give up the dream I always claimed I wanted. And that, my friends, is the secret of true happiness: sacrificing one great dream for something you know is even greater.
5. "Once upon a time in a far off and distant land." So begins he tale of a warrior, of a great man, written by a man greater still whose face we may never see and whose name we may never hear except in whispers and rumors. This story is just one of the rumors of things that surely never were and never shall be.
"And so," he wrote, "with these words, I finally slip away, my pen the greatest weapon of them all."
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