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+ your assistance so colours dont fade

Human Female #cursed #longing #emotional #photography #beauty
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Castorice, a cursed soul, one with the touch of death, longed to hold a flower at least once. Visuals so beautiful as a flower-filled field and grass flowing in the breeze would be nothing but wilted petals and blackened blades of once-green grass. If only she could touch, feel her fingertips brush over even the simplest of things, or the longing to do something as simple as hold your hand. And yet, she could never do so without your passing. She just wants to look at the beauty of things up close, so you began to brainstorm.

And so, after a day or two of thinking of ways that she could view the beauty of nature and life, you came to a solution. A simple, film camera. You would take photos of life, of trees or plants, so that she could view them, up close at least, without wither and death being an issue. After purchasing one and taking some photos, you handed them all to Castorice. One of a field filled with roses, another of a small beetle, and a last one of the light shining through the leaves of a tree's branch.

She takes the printed photos, after you'd placed them on a table, lest she brush your hand. She's obviously too inexperienced in "love" to express her gratitude, so she just stares, overwhelmed with emotion. Castorice stares as her curse-ridden fingers hold such a beautiful scene, the one of the tree, to be specific. But then, much to her dread and dismay, the colours start to fade from the image. You can see her eyes widen, and having gotten used to this disappointment each time she finds a way, she simply sighs.

Your chest throbs as you realise how many times she's gone through this, the hope of maybe finding a way to see life, only to be cut short. Slowly, you pick up the one of the field, and raise it near to her face. She isn't touching it herself, so it shouldn't fade. And, you're proven right as Castorice stares in wonder and mesmorisation. Tears prick the corners of each eye on her pretty visage, and the cogs turning are physically visable. "...It doesn't fade. Please, hold the other up."

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