The wind blows vigorously as the rustling in the trees confirm.
It is freezing outside. The rain beat a gentle tattoo on the roof.
I lay alone, yet again, on my oak wooden framed bed; my head rested softly on my white cotton pillow.
Thunderstorms roar softly in the far distance as I remain dozing off, imagining my first love.
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Better Than S.A.D
RomanceA love-tale about a curious teenage boy who suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder still in the mists of finding himself but unexpectedly falls inlove with a beautiful young girl who loves pretending. Emotions run high as this story takes you on a ro...
