by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:21 pm
Ven sighed softly, about to argue, but didn't as she sank down a bit, laying down, but with her head in the middle of the couch, instead of on the armrest, "fine," she muttered, draping her arm over her side, leaving enough room for Ron.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to