Outsiders imagines
Just some imagines for the outsiders (: In process of editing** may take a while**
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Just some imagines for the outsiders (: In process of editing** may take a while**
The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden t...