Answer: Crazy little thing called 'LOVE'

On the flip side, oblivious of the turmoil she brought inside the other party's head, Fiona stood there in front of the door with her hands behind her back. The wind blows softly in her body while the dress under her magic robe as well as her hair dances with the wind. She stood there still like a beautiful painting. Her silky black hair fell on her orange magic robe as if long streaks of ink. The vibrant colors of the flowers in the surroundings seemed to complement her disposition, creating an inexplicably bewitching sight. Even the blooming of the peach flowering trees in an orchard during the springtime seems to pale in comparison when placed next to her beauty.

'Just what had come to me recently??? Every time my eyes sets to Fiona, my mind will suddenly start being poetic that it dare create beautiful imagery and come up with tons of romantic descriptive words that I would usually have a hard time to come up with during normal days...'

Allan