dwiheryanni

Romantic Short Stories Re: Untitled.
Me. I am being thrown to the mirrors. I am--. I gasped. I am being pulled back to reality. I glanced up at Nora Aiwa. Her face turned white with ...
Jun 7, 2009

You flare, you flicker, you fade... And in the end, all your tomorrows become yesterdays.
— Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)