This isn't a love story. Remember that. Forget the butterflies and the flowers and all that crap. Butterflies die. Flowers wilt. Life mingles with love just as it flirts with death. In the end. The choice is made, and believe me when I tell you, it's always the same. Two letters. Two letters are the difference between love and life. Those two letters are everything. They say that life and death are opposites, I believe differently. Life and love are opposites. Life and death are brothers, born of the same twisted family. The same dark blood running through their veins. Life is a joke, love is nothing but the punchline. So when you read about happily ever afters, and glass slippers and diamond rings, do us all a favor and turn the other way. Don't fall for it. Don't. Because I did. And look where it got me... ...six feet under...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Butterflies, Roses and Diamond rings...
Ficción GeneralHey! So here goes another book, I hope it'll be a good one... If you happened to see the title and thought you might as well read the description and see what this was about, do my a favor and read the prologue? Well that's it for me, guess this is...
