"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and...
Hory. Stromy. Jazero. A jedna malá chatka s tajomným obyvateľom. Asi takto by sa dal opísať môj rozprávkový svet.
Čierne strapaté vlasy sú ešte strapatšie, zelené oči podliate krvou z trávy, hánky na ruke od krvi ale inak som vyzeral ako vždy. Skontroloval som si mobil a po zistení že mi Ellie nenapísala som odišiel z izby späť na párty s nohavičkami vo vačku.
