His heart is as cold an ice.
His heart is the color of black.
That hatred turned him the person he's not he used to before.
" This was my fault, if I ever did not do such a thing, he will be just like he was used to be before, I should've just died already."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Black
RomanceThe real name of love is definitely hatred. His heart is as cold as ice. "I can't seem to stop loving him knowing that i will just end up getting hurt." you spoked as your tears keep streaming down your face. COMING SOON.
