the grace of
an angel.
the damned and fallen.
that's what
everything seemed
to be.
they would fall
alone.
but burn?
no,
they would do that
together.
YOU ARE READING
just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fanfiction[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched...
