"He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace." I've heard Tolstoy's words a thousand times but never have they sounded as beautiful as from his mouth and they were never truer: a storm, the unfathomable intensity of craving for love, the hunger the thirst and all of it accumulated...
A reckless girl had no idea that 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ethereal art would make her forget her constant anger and emptiness. A broken man had no idea that 𝒉𝒆𝒓 happiness would make him forget his sorrow. It was inevitable. It was forbidden. They kept it a secret. They didn't know they were a time bomb until the chaos exploded. Co...