You Found Me | Ghorror
Sometimes we don't realize we were missing something until we've found it. {Ghorror}
Sometimes we don't realize we were missing something until we've found it. {Ghorror}
Hands restrained to his bed, but no fight to break them, I sat in awe as I examined my new roommate. Beautiful dark black hair, that looked so silky and feathery to the touch, hung over his porcelain face. I wish I could see the color of his bleeding eyes. Without a voice or sound, he had stolen my heart. Suddenly, th...