Grimm and Disney
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"My story isn't as great as it started and I do not know how the hell is it going to end, but I know that I'd like to include you in it. No matter what." Andy spoke and tears falls down from his cheek.
"I do not care what and how it started or where this story of us is leading, all I knew is that I wanted you, needing you, all of you." I replied to him and hold his chin up to see his face.
"You are my favourite brunette, you know that?" I said, teasing him. He giggled as he replied.
"I know you do, Ginger boy. And I..."
Our stories is our life and the way it progress is on how we act on real life. But these chances was taken away from tragedies we do not wish for. When pages torn, and when inks runs dry, how can you write the story of your life? Are you willing to seek help? To collaborate on it? Or to write it alone in vain?
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