Rejeayanna Stories

He wondered "Will the midnight breeze blow her away? Will she gracefully become the falling petals of a flower? Will she crumble like a castle made of sand, glass and cards? And he feared for every minute of everyday she withered slowly; paleness, coldness, coughing uncontrollably A father who would do anything for his beloved daughter This is a work of fiction. Do not plagiarised. Plagiarism is a crime.