I dreamed I was in his arms one more time.

His hands caressed my hair as he hummed a tune and played with the frills on my dress.

I looked up to see the familiar bright blue eyes and playful smile. "Hey," he said.

I tried to say something in reply, anything, before I lose him again.

But I was too late.

The dream disappeared as quickly as it came, and it left me hollow inside.

It left me hopeless.

Hey there, guys. I'm Jo, a.k.a Argentum Historiae.

I can't be as vague is that. :)

I have roamed throughout this world (OK, only in my hometown) for fourteen years.

In those short fourteen years, I've learned to draw and weave stories out of nothing.

Books fed my mind with countless dreams and imaginations.

Those dreams and imaginations they brought me became my reality, and the people around me have their part to play.

xoxo, Argentum Historiae

Gaia acct: Zenaida von Wincott

Twitter acct: @gottalovesugoi