ANGEL FROM ABOVE
- LECTURAS 48
- Votos 5
- Partes 3
Etiquetasromance
They say the stars never stop shining. But that night... they did.
At exactly 12:01 a.m., the sky went black. No moon. No stars. Just endless, breathless darkness.
When the lights returned, so did he - the boy I'd only ever seen in my dreams. The boy who whispered my name like he'd been chasing it across galaxies.
Now he claims I'm the only one who can stop the stars from disappearing forever.
But the more I follow him, the more I realize...
Maybe the real danger isn't in the sky.
Maybe it's standing right in front of me.
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