Why couldn't she love us?
She was the good in our hearts. The light in our darkness.
So oblivious to our love she stood there, ignoring every step we attempted to take.
But somehow and God only knows how—she knew the harsh reality of life.
Every word she spoke, every movement she made and every touch she did sent my heart into a frenzy.
We couldn't let her slip through our fingers—she was the angel to our demons and the heaven to our hell.
And even if I died in the process, I'd keep her here
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أدب الهواةIn honour of my friend's new obsession- a Marcus and Martinus Gunnarsen fanfiction. Feel free to design covers and banners~!
