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The tree branch weakened a bit, Clarity, noticing, slowed down, letting the tyre sway lightly making her feel like she was floating. She closed her eyes gently to enjoy the feeling, a ghost of a smile appeared upon her lips, ‘Clarity…’ Someone whispered from the shadowy trees. Her eyes fluttered open instantly at the familiar voice; she reduced the speed of the swing and then jumped off. The person stepped forward revealing himself. Clarity ran towards him and, to his surprise, wrapped her arms around his broad back and buried her head in his chest, tears were rapidly falling from the corners of her silver-like eyes but there wasn’t any noise, it was silent sobs that made the person’s shirt damp. Charles looked down at the weeping girl before wrapping his arms around the figure, ‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered in her ear. Clarity didn’t move but gradually her tears started to ease and her grip lightened a little. Charles stroked her honey blonde hair; he didn’t understand at all, how could anyone hate her? He moved one hand up and placed it on her head causing a purple ball to form and almost immediately the girl became limb against his body. Charles smirked a little before lifting her up, bridal style and disappearing under the ground.