Fallen from grace,
my wings are glass,
they shatter.
Without love, we cease.
Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind.
Short story; Tom Riddle
Fallen from grace,
my wings are glass,
they shatter.
Without love, we cease.
Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind.
Short story; Tom Riddle