--era ca un tipat blocat in trahee, un spatiu stramt si intunecat, incercand sa descopar un miros vag de orhidee.
ce ciudat se simte piept cu piept, cum al meu nu pastreaza distanta. Curand imi va parea rau mie,ca, uite cum se duce viata. Si sa nu versi vreo lacrima ,fiindca stii ca despartirea ma deprima.a bts story
short prose
from yoongi's perspective
somewhere in northern Italy
rewriting "we were free"
CITEȘTI
crepuscolo
PertualanganI was dying after the so-called twilight, I didn't know and I didn't realize that your eyes were looking behind me somewhere where there is another world