the disease had a firm grip on her, by then.
nothing could have stopped her from falling into a bottomless abyss of wishful thinking and hopeless yearning that night, dreaming of the day that never was.
he had dirty blond hair, almond shaped eyes and slender fingers which held onto everything too tightly.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Side Of The Moon
Short Story❝ hey moon please forget to fall down ❞ ⦅ will scrap soon ⦆
