I've never really taken the time to understand the concept of life.
The world had a way of expressing it's beauties to its inhabitants.
When it came to me, I knew how beautiful, pure, and realistic the world really was.
He had always believed that the world was beautiful.
He knew how to appreciate every part of it, he adored travelling.
I've tried to understand.
It's just, nothing seems so beautiful these days.
YOU ARE READING
You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
