❝Luciana, baby. . . will you marry me?❞
—With a sudden gasp, the Italian woman woke up. A frown on her features as she woke up, heaving from the memory. . .the past. Her arm covered her eyes, blocking her vision for there was no reason to stare at the dark ceiling.
She turned herself to her side, closing her eyes as she quietly whispered—❝It was just a dream. . .he's gone now. . .❞ She snuggled her face into the pillow.
❝I don't want to remember❞
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⊱ The Beauty Of Words 2 ‖ S + MB ⊰
HumorAs the bell started to ring its deafening sound, a girl, merely looked up from her book. Her eyes glancing at the retreating students, glasses about to fall if it were not for her pushing the frames back in place. ━ Slamming the book as if something...
