Me llamo Dery y tengo una teoría: pienso que las personas nacemos con alas. Es algo difícil de explicar, créeme.

And they did just that: fell for each other, slowly but surely.

❝It was a little after eight-the sky a void of raspberry and periwinkle and lavender carnations-and possibly the most humid day in the middle of July when I first saw him tagging the side of an abandoned building next to the rundown Mini-Mart.❞ - Young Writer's Short Story Contest Finalist.

sneak peek like a little deer... and then leave. (cover credits to mercefearless)