She bent over his hands, kissing them in hope, mingling
On his hands were tears and grief, completely exhausting him
So much so that he pushed her head to the edge of the bed with his hand
Solid and noticeable violence, and before the red of his eyes did not find
Refusing to surrender."
Things are not always as we see them, even behind doors
The ornate scene is bloody tragedies, and behind the smiling faces
Broken hearts and broken hearts. Life lies in
Details, and no one knows the paths better than their owners.
And I can't tell the ship from its mice!