Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.
~ R.j. Gonzales
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.
May I collect you, Rini?—” he said, softly pulling our lips apart. “As mine?
You broke her heart in person—you fix it in person!
