Miraruinada·:“I Am,” He Says, Pressing A Kiss Against Her Lips, Tasting The Iron In The Blood Splattered Over Her. He Would Not Pay Mind To The Feeling Of Danger. He Would Not Pay Mind To The Feeling Of Fear. She Is Who He Misses No Matter How.
miraruinada·:“I-I missed you, too.” A part of him was frightened upon seeing how much blood was on her, part of it concern of whether some was her own. Another part of him thought she looked really good in red. ❝ Aren’t
