Arkel Stories

〝Hi. I'm Frenkie; with two 'e's.〞 〝Ada; with two 'a's.〞 Her eyes were green, the colour of the pitch on which he lived and breathed. Her smile was a kind of wide, it made one forget all the tears she ever had to cry. Her laugh was not the most melodious, but it certainly was precious. And it was easier to love her when she was someone else's. But if and when she'd come free, could he bear to make her his, knowing that she might be ripped from him any minute? Even Frenkie de Jong himself didn't know the answer.

Emotional and love story