ColdA Story by LonelyWanderer
I want you by me. Now. Always.
He whispered, as she looked away at a distance - too detached to agree, too confused to disagree. The night was getting colder and she shivered a bit - with all the coldness inside her. © 2016 LonelyWanderer |
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Added on December 12, 2016 Last Updated on December 12, 2016 |

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