A book bound by ashes and velvet so rich. Were you made by the gods?
As my lips touch your bid, that tingle through my veins. Oh, how I wish I could finish your tale. Would it be happy? Or filled with dread? Will live her life happily ever after? Or die knowing he didn't care? For now we will never know, not until he returns to finish his tale. . . . .
As my lips touch your bid, that tingle through my veins. Oh, how I wish I could finish your tale. Would it be happy? Or filled with dread? Will live her life happily ever after? Or die knowing he didn't care? For now we will never know, not until he returns to finish his tale. . . . .
