At last.
Someone who could see through the defensive image - And Help her.
She had began to have hope.
A little faint light was forming in her thorn ivy heart.
Little by Little,
With someone by her side, she could improve and find happiness.
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HELP ME [short story]
Short StoryA lost soul, looking for a reason to live. Looking for hope. Looking for a saviour. Started - 12th September. Ended - 12th September. Cover by @bantanecdote