Now it's all clear, i'm in this familiar place , the place where i escaped from and now i'm back from the start, now i can remember my past clearly.
The memories are back and i've never been this thankful in my entire life because atleast he wasn't erased from my mind.
Atleast i can still remember his fair coloured face, his silky hair that i loved to touch every time and then his eyes. His pitch black eyes that never failed to amaze me.
I love it, i love every part of him, But does he love me too?
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The Magic Shop
Short StoryExpressing ones love for her idols. Just for fun. Republished because i'm a lazy ass psycho.