Love.
What does the word remind you of?
Was it the barrier of not being able to overcome your fears and to love freely, or the rapid sound of the wind that makes you chase after someone who has given up on you?
Hands on your thighs, resting but never caressing your wet skin that has been flooded with tears. Partially, you remain as it's servant—not knowing or understanding the consequences of it. But you, my dear reader, should realize that loving comes with a cost.
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Phantom Regret
Fanfiction(Completed Jenlisa) You're tuned to Dawn FM; The middle of nowhere on your dial, so sit back and unpack. You may be here a while. Now that all future plans have been postponed and it's time to look back on the things you thought you owned. Do you r...