"Can I borrow your heart?" A boy spoked. I looked at him with fondness dripping from my eyes.
And for the moment our eyes meet, I couldn't help but admire his features. His white porcelain skin, his towering nose, his thin pink lips, and his big doe eyes that seems to mature each years that pass. Everything about him is adoring.
Everything about him is just so good, surreal, ethereal. Beautiful. That I wont hesitate to give him my heart.
I smiled at him, "of course. Yes." And then, he hold my hand.
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borrow your heart a short story written by: queenbwiitchue All Rights Reserved 2020 ®️
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The characters' names are all fictionalized and do not exist anything in living. Portrayers that are mentioned are just used to physically describe the characters. Any characteristics, events, places, things and etc., doesn't reflect and harm them at all cost. This story is fictional. Nothing more nothing less. Any resemblance to other stories are just coincidence and are not purposely done. No copyright infringement intended. Plagiarism is a crime.
