Between faith and forever
When their hearts met, peace found them-a love written by fate, kept alive by faith. From vengeance it rose, and in the end, became πππ£πππ.
"Please forgive me, Princess. I πππ you, I will do anything for your forgiveness. If you want to hit me or hurt me, do whatever you want-I won't say a word. I can't stand to see π¦ππ’ like this, Princess."
I rest my forehead against hers, with my eyes closed. I remain silent, feeling lost; all I know right now is βππ. We both breathe heavily, our noses almost touching.
I opened my eyes and saw her with her eyes closed. I gently πππ π ππ βππ forehead, realizing that I had never gazed at a girl so intently before. I admired every feature of her face, memorizing each detail as if the moment I touched her, she might slip away. As I looked into her soul through her eyes, my attention shifted to her neck. There were bruises on her throat, as if someone had choked her. I knew who had done this.
For some loves are not found-they are written in πππ‘πππππ‘π¦.