The storm was terrible. The snow was blowing all around. The power was so close to shutting off, no one dared to even step foot outside in the wretched cold. But somehow, even with all of this, he still kept her safe and warm.
Their love was fire. And fire is catching. It catches onto simple things like material, food, objects. You name it. Their love was set to burn in flames. They didn't feel it physically, but mentally it burned. It hurt. It was worse than any Third Degree burn. Much worse.
❝—if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford
he made the loud sound seem like nothing but a distant memory.
