I was standing over his grave.
There was a young cherry tree, near the stone where we met.
I erected my eyes to the clouds, closing them. Tears ran down my body, being wiped away by the warm, spring sun.
With a smile, I remembering the warmth of his lips on mines. This warmth will never die.
„If I could fly, I would choose heaven."
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Fanfiction❝𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢❞ ~ 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ~ Inspiration: "Habit" - by Louis Tomlinson
