Eden May, pretty name, pretty face. Pale green eyes that came straight out of a digital painting, and honey hair that framed her face as if it were a photo, which it were. It was a photo that would always be stamped in my mind, one that hung like a reminder of what could have been if only things had been different. Ed...
❝and in the midst of a thousand rainy days and coffee stains, they found each other.❞
It felt like yesterday, his constant headaches, the lacking ability to do anything. How weak he felt. It felt like yesterday he told his mother. She called for help immediately. Test after test. Results filed through. The apologies from the doctor, the wailing of his mother. Why was she crying? Kenma was the one with...
