When we are young we generate expectations and dreams many times greater than ourselves. Love is the choir of the perfect and sings the melody even without knowing the words. Aiah and Jhoanna form the perfect opposite, but the question is: Will it last forever or end in flames? *I DO NOT OWN this story, I just translated and converted it to Jhoaiah. All credits go to @IsabellaPereiraO* © All Rights Reserved