Im bored so heres a upcoming book im working on
Love comes in many shapes and meanings, but in Douma's case it means nothing but torment and heartbreak.
He had suffered too much because of it and he hated it.
A cough came out, then a flower. Coated with blood
He hated it.
It was white lilies, quite beautiful ones too if he'd had to say. He hated this feeling though his heart ached as he chocked a sob while coughing another flower chrysanthemums this time his least favourite.
Why, why him? What did he do to deserve this? All he did was to fall in-love with some people. Was that so much to ask for?
He hated this. He hated himself. He hated everyone. He hated everything.
He wishes this will be over, he just want to die. He would do anything for it to get removed. He didn't quite exactly gets it though.. isn't he a demon?