Wild Storms

He spoke with a pain etched between his eyebrows. "We are sailing into destruction."

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The Butterfly

Her knight became her imprisoner...

You. Just You

You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.

Finally found you

Who said love requires a translation? It does not. You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.