'don't cry,' he murmured, holding her fragile body. he lay back on the sofa, her in his arms, cradling her gently. her cold breath smelt of oranges and her wrists barely filled the cuffs of her sunday dress. so cold.
'I need you inside my veins,' she whispered.
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Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poetry//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
