She sat on the cold pavement, drenched in rain that has been pouring out together with her tears. She screamed to ease the pain that she has been feeling for quite an hour. She's lost, she's broke, she got nothing, she lose everything but no, she is not going to lose herself. She hugged her leg despite the humongous corset of her dress not caring of those many eyes that has been staring at her all along, eyes that held judgement, disgust, pity and sympathy. They don't know her, they don't know the reason why she's soaked on her wedding dress and crying her heart out in the middle of a storm.
"Somebody save me", she kept on praying. It was twilight already and there was none, no one came to pull her up. The rain has stopped but not her pain, it just doubled in intensity, she's hopeless and she knew that. Someone's moving so she opened her eyes and looked up, there staring back at here was the man whose face is more beautiful than a demigod. He got the eyes of the clouds that would indicate that a storm is coming, those grey orbs piercing her very soul dissecting the pieces of what has been left of her shattered being.
He held his hand out, "Come with me.", and she obliged within a heartbeat not knowing who the angel in Armani suit is.
CZYTASZ
Unmasked
RomansWe are both trying to fight the attraction but the more we struggle to be freed the intensity of being pulled back to one another is inexorable. He's trying to break my facade and climb into the walls, slowly creeping inside causing havoc on my syst...
