I'll probably die of old age, I hope. Unless they come up with some funky magic pill or something.
But I wouldn't want to live forever, especially if the people I love can't. That would be horrible.
But I wouldn't want to live forever, especially if the people I love can't. That would be horrible.
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favourite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love.
Sunshine on ice.
Sunshine on ice.
She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
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