"No..proble not and no you have n idea how hard this is...I usualy can hold this horable sencation.Its.....not ever me..."she wispered as she lay her head agenst his chest...
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
He lied on the couch. The others had left. He was now alone, or at least he thought he was. there was another person in there with him. SOmeone thirsty.