The night had come. The night I have been waiting for...dreaming for. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I let all my hair lose. I combed them, gently and slowly. My knee length white dress was flowy as waves, soft as whispers, smooth like velvets. I couldn't help but smile. I looked so damn beautiful.
This is it.
This is fucking it.
This is the night I chose to surrender.
This is the night I chose to rest in peace.
This is my last night.
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A Gleam of Hope
RomanceThere was once a boy and I loved him. I knew from the moment I met him that I'm bad for him, that I'm no good. He was light, I was darkness. He breathes life, I curse it. We were meant not to be. Yet, somehow, someway, we became each other's univer...
