
"You filled my lungs with air and my veins with running blood and the emptiness of my soul with the thought of seeing you and touching you again" ... Bronte ignored the emptiness by creating works of art with blades. Michael ignored the emptiness by destroying works of art with lighters. They were insignificant outcasts of today's fucked up society. But they were enough of a reason for the other's heart to keep beating, even if just for a little while longer.Todos los derechos reservados