Into The Arms of Dusk

November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. S...

We Got Married

Segunda parte de Marry Me. Tantos cambios,tantos sentimientos y miedos, hoy no se quién soy, no puedo encontrar me y tampoco huir Era alguien feliz pero todo cambio, todo lo que conocía me abandonó.