I touched you with my delicate fingertips and asked quietly, "Are we going to be okay?"
You smiled and pressed my hand gently. "I won't promise you that we're always going to be okay. But remember, I won't leave you fighting alone. And I promise you, we will survive this."
YOU ARE READING
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RandomHave you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape...
