My wrist was burning.
I fell to the floor writhing in agony, sending tears streaming down my face.
But these were not tears of pain or of sadness, these were happy tears, for I had finally, finally met my soulmate.
My wrist was burning.
I fell to the floor writhing in agony, sending tears streaming down my face.
But these were not tears of pain or of sadness, these were happy tears, for I had finally, finally met my soulmate.
They say love is a delicate flower, something to be nurtured as gently as possible, what happens when you suffer an immense amount of pain? When you think all hope is lost? When you think you've had...