Friday, 24 October 2014

What's Mine Is Yours, Honey (mini saga)

He spoke of his riches. He spoke of his wealth. He spoke of giving it up …
Then he was down on one knee, I had fallen. A white wedding, stained with red. Stained.
His riches are stolen, his heart is cold and these cuffs are his to bare. Alone.

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