Her eyes streamed pain down across her face, her gaze met his and brought fourth an eruption of sorrow. Her hands grasped at her reddened eyes in a vain attempt to ease them.
He embraced her, reassuring her for a moment. He loosened himself from her and grasped her firmly on the arms, desperate for her to explain. What was it that had upset her so? He was sure that whatever it was, he would not let it happen again. Nothing would stand in his way of bringing her happiness.
Schatje means 'sweetie' in dutch.
Vampy belongs to me. Choclate belongs to Aesse.














