{Twelve}
"My darling,"
"You will never be unloved by me." Stumbling over my words, whispering them in the air. The alcoholic smell flowing in my nose.
"You are too well tangled in my soul." I end, I want you here.
YOU ARE READING
I need you here, why are you not here? If you're not here, where are you?
Historia Corta''I keep telling myself you are not a villain; you are just a boy. But somehow, I am always wrong. Cause you are a villain, you stole my heart and left with it.'' -Chapter Six TW: SH Alcholism Depression
