"our bond may be poured into another human, yet your presence remains unknown to her little soul, as to I, my dear," art credit: __3aem on twitter.

❝ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍?❞ ❝ let our feet dance, hearts beat as one as the engine sways within the background. let our lips entwine, heart race, but not forget about the mere words we had once exchanged with another, not an i love you, rather more... something dire ― something so pitiful... ❞ a summary of the book: new encounters arise, but that doesn't ultimately mean that your life is set up. so many things are arising: new friends, a new life, something so beautifully great. yet, despite that, many new things don't shun an undisclosed past. a past that alters many aspects of you. but how long will that last? how long will it last before your heart grows so content towards the idea of creating something out of amassed chaos? amassed chaos from a troubled past? the hills. they have eyes. ac: @me.