Genevieve looked at the pretty candle in her hands and felt sad. She walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings. She had always hated foggy Nanterra with its obedient, open old houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mint. Mint was a dumb monster with a fat tail and ginger claws.
Genevieve gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. Her friends saw her as an average, adventurous angel. But she was prepared for what Mint had in store today. The rain hammered like running horses, making Genevieve nervous. As Genevieve stepped outside and Mint came closer, she could see the yellow smile on his face.
Mint gazed at Genevieve. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure." Genevieve looked back, even more nervous and still fingering the pretty candle. "Mint, just let it go," she replied.
They looked at each other with strange feelings, not knowing what to make of it. Genevieve looked at Mint's fat tail and ginger claws. "Okay, let us talk about it!" revealed Genevieve with a delighted grin.
Mint looked elevated, his emotions blushing like a vivacious, valid red vine bottle.
Then Mint came inside for a nice drink of milk.
