Chapter 8

(The Proposal.)

Isdabella and Saint were having a lovely dinner. He wanted to tell her that he was not human. He had been through the ditches of world war one, watched his fellow soldiers blown to pieces, his uniform heavy with the weight of depression and mud. He had lived for many decades and seen unexplainable things and yet he had never felt such fear as the fear of losing her. Saint looked out the window above her head, a cloud dropped low between the cleavage of the twin peak mountains. It touched the tree tops and blew like a puff of cotton on a cotton tree. He would tell her, but not today, not on the evening when they were planning to deceive her Father and get married. His eyes then shifted to an old couple twirling on the dance floor, they were caught up in the rapture of love. Another set of lovers were sitting across from his table, a waitress serving them. The woman was young and beautiful, with the gap tooth, and virgin smile of a toddler. The atmosphere was filled with
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