Zoey and Zolani

Okunma 265
Oy 68
Bölüm 13
Süre 2h 43m

Okunma 265
Oy 68
Bölüm 13
Süre 2h 43m

Zoey and Zolani were born free in South Africa on the 27th of  April 1994 but the twins didn't live that way, with Zolani in prison for murder and Zoey building walls higher than anyone can reach, while keeping secrets that haunted them everyday.
    
    They're doomed to the death they crave until...
    
    
    They find freedom in love.
    
    
                                  🌻~★~ 🌻
    
    
    
    "You're so closed off,so walled in on yourself you can't see the people on other side trying to get to you." He was frustrated, his brown eyes burning with passion.
    
     His words, I don't know how he did it but they always got to me. They always pulled from me. My eyes welled with tears.
    
    "Which people?" I asked, hoarse, soft.
    
    Samuel stayed quiet, suddenly at loss for words. His eyes held mine and he answered the question over and over again from the very depths of his eyes but I wanted to hear him say it.
    
    
    "Me."
    
    He said it. The words I'd wanted him to say for a long time. There was  something about knowing someone was fighting for you  even when you were putting up a fight against it.Tüm Hakları Saklıdır

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Zoey and Zolani were born free in South Africa on the 27th of  April 1994 but the twins didn't live that way, with Zolani in prison for murder and Zoey building walls higher than anyone can reach, while keeping secrets that haunted them everyday.
    
    They're doomed to the death they crave until...
    
    
    They find freedom in love.
    
    
                                  🌻~★~ 🌻
    
    
    
    "You're so closed off,so walled in on yourself you can't see the people on other side trying to get to you." He was frustrated, his brown eyes burning with passion.
    
     His words, I don't know how he did it but they always got to me. They always pulled from me. My eyes welled with tears.
    
    "Which people?" I asked, hoarse, soft.
    
    Samuel stayed quiet, suddenly at loss for words. His eyes held mine and he answered the question over and over again from the very depths of his eyes but I wanted to hear him say it.
    
    
    "Me."
    
    He said it. The words I'd wanted him to say for a long time. There was  something about knowing someone was fighting for you  even when you were putting up a fight against it.

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