The eerie darkness of the night would never escape my memory. I remember how the moon and the stars burned in the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky. The night was painfully dark and the air smelled of rust and salt. It was as if my surroundings were adapting to my dispirited and forlorn self.
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Just Another Love Story
RomanceWhen the world seems against her, she finds the deep darkness preceding the dawn of brightness.
