He was my revival.
Or so I thought.
Atticus Wren was someone who helped me fix my broken walls and helped me build it up, only to make it crumble again.
In this new world where we thrive to live to fit into society's standards, I was one of the few who only wished to live in peace.
To have peace.
But then he came and filled my world with unnecessary but happy feelings.
He brought back the laughter, but he brought pain too.
But that's life, I guess.
It's up to you if you let yourself be ruined.
YOU ARE READING
Ako pa naman, 'Di ba?
Conto"He was once mine. He was my person." "What changed?" "Everything. As cliche as it sounds, everything changed. Better, for him." "And for you?" I smiled.
