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is currently an undergraduate student, and coping with her overwhelming commitments. I like long walks in solitude, cosy chats, usually sleep like a log, and beg your patience in tolerating my versatile humour

She liked the sound of his voice. The deep resonance, crackling steadily through a long distance call. To curl up on bed on a cold rainy night and listen to the familarity, in the unfamiliarity of this new world.

He looked forward to calling her. In the confines of that prison, with the long shadows of the day towering and closing in like mighty walls. To keep in contact with the only civilisation that existed, that he knew of.

A typical love story?
How wrong you are.
There was nothing typical about it, mainstream mudane commonality. No, typical would have meant cliche and cliche would have been the old fashioned romance so often sought after in many a chick lit book, and this wasn't it. Neither was it a story, for a story would have been a mere representation of what was happening, just another once upon a time and a happily ever after.
This wasn't a silly teenybopping romance with the moonlight serenades and secret rendevous. With the indie soundtrack and the raving reviews.

He fought for The Cause, classifed information and secret alliances in that underground network. It wasn't Fear that kept them below. Bravery wasn't all about flamboyance and show. His gun in hand and life and stake, he knew this wasn't an easy battle. To fight.

Liberty was merely a statue.

She fought her own battles as well. It is the Cause the Cause his soul. To wait in growing apprehension and dread when she caught the local news. When the remote controlled her life, for a flick of the channel would have made that difference.

The old Polaroid in that silver frame of happy memories; her almond eyes a shy gaze as his boisterous laughter permeates that entire square of Perpetual. Their second year, with that ever faithful run down apartment in the background. Aching heart, heavy with burden. Longing fingers, the sliver of metal with intertwined hearts and a lone diamond.

The third year never came.

He fought, but what did he fight for?

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