Two Binded Loves {Completed Short Story}
'Leave at dusk, reach for the forest, flee to the trees, the fourth to the farthest, that is, if you wish to find me.. A pond is where to await me, A tree binded with two trunks.. For he is the one to hold the key, To my ever loving heart.. ...The hightest point of the world is were I sit, Where I watch you read t...