𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning I never know what to think about

Heaven's Gift To You

There's a saying that you become a star after death. One little star, once so bright, faded away. But as it fell from the sky, bidding farewell to the world it knew, fate changed its course. The star was born anew, no longer confined by its dying embers. As a knight drew near, the star descended, granted a celestial...