Wednesday, April third 2019
Dear diary,
He told me he was sorry. His beautiful blue eyes scanning over my beaten up face. I thought he was here to hurt me again, or well, i thought his team was here to hurt me again. Although it hurt just as much when he was just looking at us while they tortured me, instead of stopping them, or even calling somebody for help; i forgave him. He told me he was sorry and i could see the guilt over his gorgeous, pale face. He was handsome, not going to lie.
Corbyn Matthew
STAI LEGGENDO
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FanfictionThe darkness of his soul was visible in written words. Corbyn Besson was gifted a notebook by his mother, told he was to write his thoughts and days on the blank pages. He believed if anyone ever read, it would be the death of him. Only if somethin...
