by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Mar 06, 2014 5:14 pm
"I'm fine. Just a little bruised." Chance responded,brushing aside his worries. She flipped on his tv then handed him the remote and kissed his cheek lightly. "Call if you need anything."
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."