She found a source of light, she grabbed it and held it close, she wouldn't let go.
That source of light was HIM.
Her savior, her candle in the dark, her flickering passion.
She was his.
He was hers.
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Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
