He delicately placed his hand on hers, and only left it there. She pretended not to notice, and both would remain silent for a long time, while a wind that made the skin bristle bathed them, there together, sitting on a park bench, under a grayish sky that announced an imminent storm. Nostalgia hit them internally.
2 October 09, 2022, 13:09 1>Hey, Sonia >How are you? >I hope you are okay >God, it's been so long >I don't even know if you open this >I miss you, you know >It’s been five years since the war >I just hope you are okay >but maybe you are gone >or it’s the internet that’s down >so when you see this if you see this >send a reply, ok? >I miss you
0 January 03, 2019, 02:23 0"Do we even know where we're going?" "No we don't,but that's the point." Our road trip was going great so far we sang for 2 hours,told stories from our lives. The best part about it was the speed my sister drove,the car seemed small and weak but it could jump to a 100kmh in less then 3 seconds and right now it was going 210kmh. It felt amazing the wind and sound of the cars we passed like a formula one race..but i was in the formula passing the other drivers..it couldn't get better...
0 May 28, 2019, 15:56 0He had tried, swore he had tried but was left with no other option. He had sworn never to stop loving her, he had believed her, unfortunately it had been one more lie. Now in front of everyone in that church, even in front of his parents and other relatives, he had made the most difficult decision. The razor was full of blood, every piece of the metal was, and under his feet the one who had promised her love, the one who had asked him to marry her lay dead.
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