"I won't promise anything" I say trying to hide my smirk A sudden chill runs through her and I feel my arms raise up from where they were before. Her small body is soon in my arms and I blush at the position we're in "We're not in public" She whispers trying to push me off I hug her tighter and breathe in her beautifu...
If we lived in a utopia where everything had answers and things were done for good, wouldn't there be one suffering? There's trouble in everything around the world. Even in the most perfect places there's always going to be something or someone hurting. My utopia has someone suffering in it. I have everything I could...