Monday, 13 August 2012

(let it fly, taken from deviantart.com)



You move closer to me with slow motion and grin to me. Stopped some steps in front of me and mock me.

So, finally move back, my dear?

You sentence make my temper rise.
NO!! Listen to me, I would not give him any damn hope! Understand?

And you didn't answer me, just smiling like a victory.

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