The constant nagging in my mind is like a hand gripping my shoulder. The hand grows in weight and influence as it grows bigger and bigger, darker and darker, harder and harder to lug around...
The constant nagging in my mind is like a hand gripping my shoulder. The hand grows in weight and influence as it grows bigger and bigger, darker and darker, harder and harder to lug around...
ريتال طالبة جامعية محبة للخيل
حين تذهب ريتال الى الاسطبل
سوف تلتقي ب صاحب الاسطبل اور
الذي عاد له بعد هجره اكثر من خمس سنوات
انجذبوا لبعضهم البعض منذ اللقاء الاول
وبسبب فضول بطلتنا دخلت مكان مهج...