decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
He groaned as he let himself relax, pulling her in close to him, pressing his face into the side of her neck. "I love you." He murmured, swaying with her a little. "I love you." He mumbled to her.
Where it was usually calm and the flowers he'd been placing there were usually undisturbed, that morning everything was different. The ground had been completely dug up where her grave was, her body gone as well as the surrounding grass was dead along with the flowers at the marker.
Where it was usually calm and the flowers he'd been placing there were usually undisturbed, that morning everything was different. The ground had been completely dug up where her grave was, her body gone as well as the surrounding grass was dead along with the flowers at the marker.