Hale was etched into a Canvas. Her fingers molded into the paint brush. Her heart twisted into the mystery of Art.
Pierce was pulled into one figment of imagination. The figment of words. His skin caked in grey. His eyes glistening with Comic Sans.
And their souls trudging into the endearing world of what ifs, could bes, and cracks in the surface.
It'll be okay.
29 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
29 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
" Don't worry, Cupcake. Everything is halal when it comes to us. " He twisted the hair string which was kissing her face. Sort of jealousy maybe.
" Even if I f**k you here. " He patted the counter behind her. " On the counter. Or on the floor. Or the table of the shop, or the cash counter of the shop. My touch. " He was scanning her pale face when his back of finger caressed her soft and red cheek. " My desire for you. My intention towards you. Nothing is wrong....."
Slap!
After a hard sound, his words cut off and silence swathed the whole shop along with the kitchen.
What will happen when her blind eyes see the wrath of his darkness? Will his obsession tarnish her soul? Will she see the color of the love she was promised?