Words are more painful than a stab from a knife.
Lies etched across his face. It only takes one word for everything to crumble down.
Chances. Chances. Chances. Does he deserve them?
i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.