There's no love ♥ for me no more ... say it isn't so how it easily comes how she easy Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert 15. : Memories do haunt us-6th avenue
Her room remained the same as the day she left it. The bed in it’s place, the curtains always closed but letting the sunlight into the pink walled room, with the white carpet. Above the bed, a shelf sat with her old stuffed toys; the music box still sat on her bureau.
He could close his eyes and still fool himself, thinking he could hear the gramophone playing.
It was true she would never be coming back, but it was easier to think she’d only left for an errand than to face the reality that she wouldn’t come home again. AN: Jason Mraz in the post titles yo! |