He brushed his hands through my hair, whispering short bursts of love and telling me all his dreams. Days like this, with the sun slowly setting in the mere distance, I feel hope. Hope for the future, hope for the past, and hope for all things us.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Awake
AcakA book of short stories is found in a girl's room, or may I add, a missing girl's room.
