"Darling, promise me that I won't be the only love of your life."
He whispered, tracing the constellations of freckles on her face with the softest of touches.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and his finger tips delicately made their way to her thick eyelashes.
"I won't make a promise if I'll inevitably break it."
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Beautiful Calamity
RomanceLike the birds and the leaves, he would be gone come winter. * * * * * * * * * Not everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.
