by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:23 pm
"I love you too." Chance said softly and rested her head on his shoulder. A few seconds later she blacked out.
"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."