Was I dreaming ?
Now I knew why his paintings were a masterpiece because he himself was a piece of art.
His facial features they were engraved by god himself . He had two pretty little eyes , a mole across his godly nose , straight pink lips with brown hairs .
However I try hard to describe his beauty , it's not enough .
He was an art of perfection . An part that made my heart pounce out of my chest.
But.
He had a blank expression on his face when he spoke .
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灵魂的景观
Fanfiction" I didn't kill her . She's still alive." He said, his eyes glittering lively " And where is she even ?" I asked as my eyes widened . " Here ! In my sketchbook ." ~*~ "She wanted me to love her more but I only loved my painting. So I made her one...
