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Staying away from the past was a very difficult thing for the young Julia. She thought she had been in love once before, but it ruined her in the end. She fell in love. A love she thought was so deep as to suffocate her whole life from her and envelop her in its toil and torment. Never did she think anything would go wrong. Never did she want anything to go wrong. Life and love was perfect. They became so perfect to the point where things seemed too sound. From the moment he told her that he never loved her, never felt love for her, told her she wasn’t anything he imagined her as, her heart became delicate. So delicate that if a single strand of hair were to fall upon this home of cuts and bruises, it would subside forever. Not only would her heart be broken, but her soul would crash, her body would shrivel, her mind would become only empty space, and her theory on Love its self, the undying Love, the Love she lived for, would be forever lost in this lifetime and the next. Because of this feeling of fatality, she developed into a young lady of absolute beauty. Her hair was as silky as fine-grained leaves from an emerald green plant that grew from the forest floor and as golden brown as a lion’s mane. Her eyes were as soulful as an angel’s and were also that deep dark brown that many males would just moon over. She had soft natural beige skin that looked as smooth as cream in the glistening sunlight. She wore a lavender colored dress with fresh green trim that made her look like a rare purple rose. As she was - a rare beauty… one of a kind. Around her neck she wore an alexandrite gem in the shape of a drop of soft rain. In the sunlight it would be the most beautiful green, in the light of a kerosene lamp it would be purple, in candlelight it would be ruby red. It would become whatever color its captor was feeling. Thus, this Jewel was one of the few that only thin amounts of people have seen.
Julia had that giving, caring, hopeful essential nature that made her more overcoming than her appearance. She didn’t just hand this over to anyone, though. Because of her past, because of her betrayed love, there lay a barrier. The trust of all people was lost within her entire being. Now she could not live a normal life. Nor could she ever be friendlier than a reserved person of few words could be. Her enchantment would forever remain contained till the day she confronted the past, understood the present, and wrote the future. She has forever wanted the Love she speaks of, but has been too afeard to succeed it.

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