Haruki Sakuragawa is your typical ordinary teacher. Though within in what seemingly ordinary appearance, it hides a story that once known, it will change what they thought about him. As mysterious and dark his past may be, there was a gentle gale that somehow became Haruki's strength to overcome his origins.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

كانت الموسيقى ما ابقتها على قيد الحياه

خفايا ماضٍ كبتت و توارت خلف اسوارٍ بنيت لتحفظها بعيدًا عن الأعين حتى لا يدركها احد... و لكن لأحدهم رأيٌ آخر يرى ان الآوان قد آن فقد طال الانتظار طَيِّ النِّسْيَانِ إيسلا

آرورا كانت مثالية بكل ما تحمله الكلمة من معنى؛ كانت ذكية، جميلة وفاحشة الثراء؛ فكانت حياتها مثالية كما كانت هي! سقطت دون أن يلاحظها أي أحد. مجريات تلك الليلة كبتت و دفنت معها . . . " آرو.. أنا آسفة للغاية!! " " سامحيني.. رجاءً. "