Asher Cromwell has always been small and hence bullied in his school life. He has finally found meaning to his life in his senior year with supportive friends and a professional goal to achieve. Yet there's a certain someone from his past who's abou...
An exotic blossom of the heart... . . . . But what does one do when their bosom
Is tangled in a mess, seemingly so awesome... . . . . It would be a joy profound, Were our heart been not so unsound, While it made a decision that can't be expound... . . . Instead it shakes your whole being
And changes the very way of your seeing... . . . . One must surely blame the heart, Cause it itself is the reason for it to fall apart.. But is there a way to make those feelings depart? To make a brand new start? . . . Is this way...
buried deep in the myriads of the same heart? . . . . And if so, how should it be found? Or will the person remain bound In a desolation that endlessly goes round, If the path remains unfound... . . . . Or will it await until time
Someday magically makes the hurt stop in a dime
And ends it's days of lime... . . . . . Though these thoughts have made wonder many In the end, maybe.. .
Just maybe...
. . . .
Everything depends on your destiny...
Coldmess Chapter 29
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{Asher's Pov}
"Since when did you start using an eyeliner in the first place?" I questioned Ivara as I tried my best to draw a ' perfect wing ' over her olive eyelids. She was wearing a bright yellow crop top with puffed sleeves along with navy blue slacks and nike shoes with a black, white and pink combo which I really didn't want in my room right now. Is it just me who has a problem with people wearing their shoes inside the house?
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