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Young Love
Can it work?
She was striding from the city towards a spot in the ordinarily lush, sweeping countryside between Lupton and Old Town. The cold morning air was warmed slightly by the winter sun, but it showed no sign of penetrating the two-inch white carpet covering the lanes and fields.
The freshly fallen snow crunched beneath her sturdy leather boots, and the briskness of her walk warmed her more than the sun’s milky rays.
She felt free of the household she’d just left. A beautiful house whose walls emanated a false morality, exuding artificial righteousness and decency that, in its very existence, created a parody of the elegance and grace it sought to exemplify.
But for now, she was free. They would say, no doubt, that at fifteen years old, she was too young to speak of love. That two weeks in the lives of two young people was no more than a speck before their eyes.
But though she’d never experienced it before, she knew it with all her heart; she felt it with every inhalation of the crisp air she breathed. It was genuine and yet as magical as the snow-clad fields. And he felt the same; she knew it.
But the clouds on their horizon were as dark and thick as those that had brought all the snow. They were two young people from different backgrounds, from two families that would never allow…
