Always My Love

A promise made, a love stronger than even death itself... It began like a dream that slowly washes over the senses, teasing, promising with half-formed images. The cool shadows of Ombre Rose surrounded her and she felt herself drifting. All about she heard the murmur of the leaves, the sigh of the breeze through the overgrown vines and flowers... 'Promise me... ' The words came from somewhere...she couldn't seem to remember where. It was then she felt it, or perhaps only imagined it, the li...