Para mi t'hy'la cuz she puts up with just too much of my shit. Ilysm 3

(Nota: Bajo ninguna circunstancia escuchar "Set fire to the third bard")


I'm miles away from where you are.

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Ireth Tasartir

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Not today, I'm feeling tired –she whispered before kissing his cheek and leave him staring at the ceiling, wondering when it all had started to fade.

Tomorrow I have to get earlier –he whispered before leaving a chaste kiss in her collarbone, leaving her smiling softly and nodding; a knot in her throat making difficult to breathe.

All of this reasons followed by an "I love you" that did no longer burned their skins and woke up their hearts.

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The distance from here to where you'd be

Gracias por leer.