paradox

I held you to my chest and heard you sing to me. Your voice felt like a heavenly embrace. Every so often when I'm alone, I hear it singing to me still. My heart yearns to hear your voice again so closely; it's not easy for me to admit that I miss you, but I do. Two bodies laid as one under a cherry blossom tree; not many people can say they've felt a feeling as blissful as this. I wonder where you are now and if you ever think about the cherry blossom tree. It's leaves were once shades of joyful pinks and bodacious yellows, they're probably all wilted now. It's beauty was only meant for us to share, but it's adorers have chosen to admire other beauties. I held you to my chest and heard you sing to me, but now your voice is nothing but a tainted memory. Be careful who you hold so close to your heart, not everything that's beautiful is meant to stay.

Grace Smith is one of the most giving people he knows, but Adam only knows how to take. Will Adam sacrifice his selfish ways for the sake of their love or will he let it crash and burn?